Chokehold Book Novels & Stories

Shit. Someone other than Carl nudged me, I turned, and started fighting back. I wasn’t going down to the basement; not a chance. I had both my arms around his neck, I pulled his head down, and brought my knee up; I could smell his blood, too. I was about to turn around when someone’s arms closed around my neck and he squeezed. I couldn’t breathe, and I knew what was happening. I had used this choke hold many times to kill.

"You don't control me, woman. Not unless you are interested in losing your life!' He growled. "But you should-" He was in front of me before I could finish the words. He wrapped a hand around my neck all of a sudden and held on firmly and began to choke me. My eyes squinted and were laced with pain. I held my hands on his arm and dug my fingers in, trying to dislodge his hold on me. All to no avail.

I sit to take a deep breath. “Oh shit.” He says and bends down to check on me. I take that as my hole. And land a solid blow into his nose. But also jumping up and hooking his neck with my free hand and I’m literally on his back. I wrap my legs around him and he tries to shake me off but I have a solid grip. I hold his neck in a choke hold. And he tries to grab me to get me off. “ a weak human you say” I whisper in his ear.

Chapter 71: Fiona's POV I was stood at the very edge of the Ashford's pack house —my home, the snow that extended endlessly before me, my boots sinking into it. The air snapped against my skin, and every inhalation was a white plume of vapor that simmered and sat still in the weight of the stillness. Then there was the silence, which was not peaceful: It loomed, laden, as if the entire world was holding its breath. Waiting. Watching. I could just feel — it was an intuition — like something bigger than all of us was enclosing on our lives.

He just let out a low grunt, and his grip on my neck tightened even further. Damn, he’s really tough. Blackness was creeping in. This was it. On my last breath, I acted. I stopped trying to pry his hand away. Instead, I grabbed onto his massive forearm with both of my cuffed hands, using his own immovable strength as an anchor. With a final, guttural cry, I used that leverage to raise both my legs, wrapping them around the very arm that was choking me, and scissored one tightly around his thick neck.

I tighten my grip on the fabric around her thick neck, putting her in a chokehold. “What the hell is happening? And you better start talking now”.

I saw it. It ran in a way that was humanly impossible, maybe faster than the fiction character FLASH. As I tried to pick up pace, he caught up to me grabbing my neck and lifted me up. Fingers like iron locked around my throat. I kicked, twisted, nails digging into my skin, fighting the chokehold with every ounce of strength. “Please, please I don't want to die let me go” I uttered as I tried to free myself. He did not respond, he just looked me in the eyes like I took something that was his. He slammed me against the wall.

When I was choking on my food, Jillian Oakley was on the dance floor with an escort. My face had turned red as I desperately begged her to help me, but she only thought of me as an eyesore and chose to run off with him. It wasn't until I was on the verge of dying that a server noticed me and managed to save my life. Yet, the first thing Jillian did when she came back was slap the server across the face. Then, she pointed at me and snapped, "I was gone for only a moment, and you were already flirting with another woman? Since you don't care about getting married, we'll just keep postponing the wedding." I would rack my brains trying to explain myself in every possible way whenever she lev

leaving me completely bare before him and I felt tears prickle my eyes. He grabbed my throat next and suddenly, I couldn’t breathe anymore. He held me in a chokehold and I could do nothing but stare into those deadly pairs of eyes with my tear filled ones. I was struggling to breathe. Everything and everywhere was slowly going pitch black and I could feel my eyes start to close but before they did, I heard him say something.

He growled and tried to crawl over me. My leg lashed out, connecting in precision with his cock. He crumpled to his knees, cursing and groaning. With the strength I could muster, I pushed upward until I could stand on my feet. I grabbed at his neck in a chokehold and once I locked in my hold, I went to town, putting all my strength into it. He tried to pry my arm off, but I didn't let go. Damn, the fucking consequences. I was going to kill the bastard.