Chokehold Book Novels & Stories

I felt for the first time the pain of forced suffocation, and broke his fingers feebly for a breath of fresh air. Being held in a chokehold is not the same as an illness, which is manageable. Being in a chokehold is more about the psychological despair of being overwhelmed. He's gonna kill me... Who is he? Hansel or Jack? Or is he both Hansel and Jack? I had completely given up trying to pry open his iron-clawed fingers. I shifted my focus to the doorknob in front of me. I reached out and turned. Hope came again, and I held on to the door, trying to open the gap wider so that I could crawl out.

_*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> And then the locker room. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> He had grabbed Khyle's collar and pulled him in and put his back against the wall, and it had started as one thing and become something else in the space of about four seconds, and he had covered the transition with anger the way he always covered transitions he wasn't ready to examine, and it had mostly worked, except for the part where he had been standing there with Khyle in his grip and found himself content to just hold him there and look at him.

Charity says, watching the scene perturbed at my mother's reaction, "but can this bitch shut up." Despite my best efforts to resist a smile one creeps across my face anyways. The same thought crossing my mind, while I may feel an instinctive pull to her I don't know her. Staring at her doesn't evoke a single emotion other than slight revulsion. Meeting Theo's comforting hazel eyes I give him a nod that doesn't need verbalization to be understood. Within seconds Theo has her neck in the crook of his elbow in a choke hold, slowly applying pressure until her body finally silences from the lack of oxygen. A look of satisfaction crossing his face as she falls to the floor.

He asked with a gleeful expression. “You don't look sad for someone offering their condolences.” “Did you give her the book?” I looked him straight in the eye. “Oh come on, have you forgotten that the book was banned and locked in the holy ground? Or did you have a short memory loss?” He snickered. “Maybe I did. And I might as well give you a short breath.” I flashed him a malicious grin, and he eyed me warily. “Hey! Sto..sto…stop. Urr…urgh.” He choked, holding his neck as he was being lifted up by an invisible force.

I watched him pick the paper from the envelope and began to read it. His lips twitched into a smile that didn't stay on his lips for more than a second. He placed the book on the table and squatted to my level, he sighed heavily and held my hand affirmatively, but I was wrong cause he soon twisted it to the back and held onto my neck roughly with his other hand, choking and digging his nails into my neck.

Get control of the situation. Grabbing his neck, I shoved my knee into his crotch hard, satisfaction filling my every pore once he let go of me and whence he released a groan of pain. Following through with my plan, I swiftly wrapped my hands around his neck in a chokehold whilst my own legs were wrapped around his torso to secure the hold. He thrashed around, trying to pry me off but I held my ground, praying to the moon goddess that he gave in before I did. "Just go to sleep, dammit!"

“I always do. You can't hide from me , Delilah. I'll never let you do.” “You’re sick!” I lunged, grabbed his arm, twisted like I’d been taught—but fuck, he didn’t budge. In one terrifyingly fast move, he flipped the hold and slammed me back against the shelf. Books tumbled to the ground in a messy avalanche. His palm wrapped around my throat, not tight, but enough to still me. “Thorne,” I choked, blinking at him. “Let go.” He didn’t. Instead, he leaned in, his face inches from mine. His scent drowned me, and so did the heat rolling off his body.

I threw him face-down right beside his buddy. I flattened my body over the first man, pinning his arms over his head. He struggled, but I had him incapacitated. Then I moved up into a seated position with my left knee between his shoulder blades, kept hold of his wrists with one hand, and used my right arm sweep the second man into a chokehold, grasping his neck in the crook of my elbow and pulling his back into my chest. His hands flew up to fight my grip, but I pulled tighter till he gave up and tapped out. I released the chokehold and he slumped forward onto his knees, then to his fours, coughing. I stood, releasing the other man I had pinned underneath me.

Not wanting to feel. I decide in a moment of fury that I could get the information elsewhere. I escape the hold these supposed men had me in. Darting over to the king of Laidian, tackling him to the floor. Holding his neck in a tight chokehold, squeezing his neck as he thrashes for air.

"Ian, I was wrong. I'll admit to the mistake. Please let me out. I can't breathe in here. "Ian, please let me out. I'm suffocating. I could hardly breathe in here. "Ian…" While reading those unsent messages, Ian felt his vision turn black. He plopped down on the floor.