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I don’t think it was something I could feel by hand, so I needed to find something that would help me narrow it down. The fork that had been in this room with me since the last meal I had was what would help me. I rubbed it on the floor, used the static from the rubbing, and slowly started to feel around my neck until I finally felt the shock. Not as strong as the one that I had experienced through Adolphus, but a shock either way that helped me trace it. I used the now-sharpened edge of the fork to make a blind incision. I barely felt anything; I did, however, feel the blood on my fingers as I was poking around my neck trying to find the chip.

But soon just soon enough I found out that was not the case. He was done being gentle with me. The squeeze on my hair and press on my jaw made me open my mouth more than I had. “How about I show you how it's done” and with that he thrust all the way to the back till it touched that little dangling thing at the back of my throat. He keeps it there, choking me until my eyes nearly bulge out. At some point I thought I was going to die with his dick in my throat, but then I felt him get bigger and bigger and when I thought he wouldn't finish a salty taste exploded in my mouth while I fell to the ground trying to gasp for breath.

Was this what I got for forgetting to offer him his pills before the madness kicked in? Was this how I was going to die? No, I wasn’t; I still had to feed him the pills, or he was going to go after other people, but how was I going to do that? I dug my fingers into the hand that was clutched around my neck, deep enough to leave a bruise. My ears caught the sound of footsteps approaching, and in a matter of seconds, I was released. Collapsing to the floor, I held onto my chest, trying to take in as much breath as possible, but it looked so tough like I was still choking. I raised my head to look at him, but he was nowhere in sight.

I swallowed nothing. I gasped when he held my neck with his big hands, choking me. "What did you call me?" He asked with a deep voice. By now, my feet no longer touched the floor. "You are a motherfucker." I managed to speak, not minding the fact that I was being choked.

Though we can’t mind-link each other, it's like my body can sense it. I wonder why. I feint left, step in fast and drive my palm into his chest, off-balancing him. He stumbles. This is my chance. I spin behind him and lock his arm around his neck in a chokehold, hooking one leg behind his. With a clean pull, I bring him down, pinning him with my knee on his chest. Everyone in the hall goes silent for a moment and I feel people’s eyes on us. The only sound I hear is of my breath.

He pulled my hair aggressively and felt a sharp pain in my neck. He grabbed my neck and started choking me again. As if it comforted his ego every time he choked me. Suddenly, somebody started banging the door. I was gasping as my lungs burned for the oxygen. I heard the door being broken and someone stepped into the room. "Hayden, what on earth are you doing?" With blurry vision, I looked at the person who came to save me. Master Hayden let go of my neck and stepped back. I gasped loudly as I fell on the bed. I was coughing hard and was trying to fill my lungs more than I could at that moment.

He swooped over me, and grabbed me by my hair, using it to pull me to my knees. Once I was on my knees, Chase slapped me so hard that I fell to the ground. I heard a bang echo within the room, but could no longer recognize what was going on. I felt Chase grab me by my throat, suspending me from the ground. He pulled me to my feet and forced me against the wall. I felt his hands wrap tightly around my neck, squeezing it so tight, making it impossible to breathe. I thought that this was it. Chase was going to kill me when a voice interrupted him.

Two hands locked around my right forearm, yanking me away from the wall with surprising leverage. "What are you doing?" I did not look at the face. I did not care about the voice. The red fog took over. My left hand shot forward, fingers curling around a throat. It was small. Soft. I dug my thumb deep into the soft tissue beneath the jaw, lifting until heels scraped the floorboards. The person choked, fingers clawing uselessly at my leather cuff. I squeezed harder, waiting for the cartilage to pop. "Dad!" The word was a breathless rasp, but it hit me like ice water.

Butterflies swirled in her stomach, the first step to her reunification with the town. Lou jumped up from her seat as fast as her old knees allowed her too, hobbling down the drive and sweeping her arms around Hazel. “I’m so glad you guys made it! This must be the boyfriend,” she smiled warmly, turning her attention to Max. He outstretched his hand, “I’m Max.”

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.