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

I went down the steps of a brownstone in Brooklyn Heights into a November Thursday at ten oh-four PM, and I got into my van, and I drove home to my apartment in Ditmas Park, and I locked the door, and I did not check it again, and I sat at my kitchen table with the slip of paper still in the pocket of my coat on the chair beside me, and I said his name once, quietly, to the empty room, just to hear what it sounded like in my own voice. *Marcus.* The room did not answer. I went to bed.

Chloe The guy I had nicknamed "Blowjob guy" had left before anything happened, leaving me alone on the balcony once again with the attractive guy. I stared down at the blunt, feeling a mix of anticipation and nervousness. I had imagined myself gracefully inhaling and exhaling the smoke, as easy as they made it look on television. But reality turned out quite differently. As I pulled from the blunt, the smoke burned my throat, causing me to immediately choke. My throat tightened, and in the midst of my coughing fit, I heard his chair scrape against the ground as he approached and took the blunt from my hands.

“Typical? You don’t even have a type. Your only requirement is ‘tall and breathing.’” “Rude,” Chloe shot back, though she was already reaching for her phone. “And for your information, he’s more than that. I even took a picture.” Zara’s interest sharpened instantly. “You what?” Chloe smirked, holding the phone just out of reach. “When he passed out. Don’t judge me.” “Oh, I’m absolutely judging you,” Zara said, already moving closer. “Show me.” “No.” “Chloe.” “No,” she repeated, laughing now as Zara lunged for the phone.

Currently, I was being choked by a beefy hand belonging to the other guy while I was trying to fight off another one. It was getting more difficult to breathe as the pressure on my throat became more intense and dots started to swim in my eyes. It didn't also help that the guy was almost four times my size making it difficult to push him away. Suddenly the pressure abated, and the guy was wrenched away, and I fell to my knees, coughing badly. My throat was scratchy after being choked but then a pair of familiar boots appeared in my vision. Caleb. He dragged me over to an abandoned building, giving me a couple of minutes to recuperate. He raked worried eyes over me.

I couldn’t continue bearing the awkward silence so I spoke up- “Who- who are you looking for?” I wanted to sound confident but ended up stuttering. She didn’t say anything but kept her gaze on me. Something was off; she seemed to be frozen. A small smile began to settle on her face as her eyes slowly moved from my face down to my feet.

She drove me to a location and was trying to take me to her house, I think, or was it a hotel? She was trying to take me somewhere, and I pushed her away. She kept telling me she was Ivy, but I knew she wasn't you because I could recognize your voice even in my intoxicated state. I pushed her away and walked towards the road. I guess that's where I must have fallen, and my mum called and figured out where I was. I can't begin to imagine what could have happened if my mom didn't come for me. I am so disappointed in Doc. Why would he give Anna the opportunity to do this to me?"

“Let me go,” Her grip on mine was so firm and I didn't have the energy to release myself. I hadn't eaten much today. I tried not to shout. I didn't want to alert Mr Trahan or Tracy. She dragged me and shoved me into one of the store rooms and shut the door. "Let me go, you crazy woman,” I snapped at her. She let my hand go abruptly. I winced in pain when I touched my hand. It was sore. "You're crazy…"

His legs started to quiver, purrs increased in volume and eyes changed shape and colour. “Now,” he growled. Steering clear of the base of his dick where he swelled, I moved my hand a little higher and wrapped my lips around the head of his dick. It was the stupidest thing to do, considering the fact that I’ve felt them coming inside me. So long story short, I choked. “Fuck.” The back of my head banged the table when I jerked away, coughing. Ezra was still coming, unable to stop even though I was choking. A hand wrapped around my arm and pulled me off my knees.

I try to take in deep breaths, thinking it’s just my imagination but it only gets worse. My nose slowly blocks until there’s no air coming in and my throat blocks, so I can’t breathe through my mouth either and suddenly, I’m choking. Pain shoots up in every corner of my muscle and joint as I flail my hand towards Gabe, but all he does is stare at me with an emptiness that chills me to my bones. He just watches me choke. Wordlessly. I signal for help, pointing at my neck, while hot tears sting my eyes painfully. And that is when he does the strangest thing.

“I know, crazy right? The thing is, it had been going on for a year and I was so clueless.” He was silent for a few blocks. I was silent for a few blocks. Did I mess this up? I don't like the silent treatment. And before I know it I am on the ground, coffee is all over me. My knee is bleeding, my elbow is bleeding, my face is bleeding. I am a stone on the ground, unable to move. “Holy Shit Sophia, What the hell just happened? Are you ok?” He says with sadness over him.