I Dont Know How But They Found Me Choke Novels & Stories

“Baby I need you to come find me.” This guy in front of me had a smirk playing on his lips “He’ll never find you” With that the guy from behind me grabbed me as he placed a cloth over my mouth. I screamed and kicked as I tried like hell to free myself, I couldn’t breathe. That was until everything went pitch black. Keegan’s P.O.V

But he first had to deal with the issue of the tightening choke around his neck. Shocking his heart with mini-electric shocks as a form of defibrillation, he prepared himself for the imminent loss of air supply as he fell back on the bed. However, before the effect of the choke had taken effect, a chilling voice sounded that made his hair stood up. “Fufu~ It took me so long, but I’m finally free. So… are you inserting your pathetic dick inside me or not?”

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.

I took a shower and released my feet from the agony of Tomasso's terrible shoes before I came to the kitchen and poured myself a cup of coffee waiting for Mia to finish up. "I didn't strangle you," I muttered looking at her face about to start crying again. "It is called a choke-out. I basically tricked your brain into thinking that your blood pressure has risen just to realize that it didn't and that made you pass out. If I didn't know what I was doing I wouldn't have done it." "So you choked me?" Nothing I was going to say was going to make this better.

I watched Ethan search around the tree, but he still couldn't find the pair of pendants. In the end, he found a fragment of the shattered pendants in a corner of the yard. Gazing at the fragment, Ethan fell helplessly to the ground. He covered his face and sobbed in pain. "I'm coming, Lottie…" I watched as he cut his wrist with a blade, and blood pooled on the ground. Bathed in the warm glow of sunlight, I sensed the chains of my soul weakening. I felt light as air, drifting away to some far-off place.

"I'm sorry but I'm not leaving you alone, it's best we don't split up at this point, think about it Evin!" "Ah, you and your stubbornness never change, ok stay, but at your own risk Mez, it's seriously not safe here!" Evin was right about the unsafe part as not soon after, I felt a pair of cold hands around my neck, choking the life out of me. I elbowed the person in the ribs and tried to break free in that split second, but when I turned around, the face that I saw seemed rather familiar.

I pressed my back against the locker and shut my eyes tightly, trying to stop my brain from spiraling. They found me. They found me. They found me. Mom, they found me.

I don’t squeeze it, I just hold it, to remind him who has the power. “How about you choke on it?” he growls, his voice laced with fury. Chuckling, I nod. “If you want, I’ll happily choke on it.” My hand slides into his gear, fingers wrapping around his cock. His body betrays him instantly, a sharp, choked sound escaping him before he clenches his jaw. His weight sinks against the lockers for just a second, and that’s all I need.

I retaliated, my tongue cutting the tension like a sharp blade. My jowls clenched and the tips of my claws pierced the skin of my palms. “I need to fucking find her…” I said slowly, lingering on each word. Jarrad nodded, knowing not to contest me. “Let’s go. I need to get back to Millie.” I took a step forward, but my body jolted as the wind in my lungs was forcefully removed. I fell to my knees, clutching onto my chest as each rib ached within their own right. This feeling was new, this pain was inexperienced and unfamiliar.

" Stacy's voice is trembling; I can't tell if she is acting or not. I cover myself with the duvet and get out of bed. I approached Stacy, crouched down, reached out for her neck, and then choked her. "I am asking you one last time: What did you do to me last night? What did you put in my drinks?" I gritted my teeth, controlling my force not to kill this bitch. I could tell for sure that someone spiked my drink. Two glasses of wine couldn't make me that drunk. "I– I– I can't breathe!" Stacy held my wrist as she struggled to break free from my grasp. I loosened my grip on her neck, and she coughed and gasped for air to breathe.