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

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.

Was I the only one who felt the weight of it? I opened my mouth to ask a question, but before I could speak, a sharp pain shot through my throat. My breath hitched, and I clutched at my neck, my body instinctively reacting to the sudden obstruction. I was choking. Panic surged through me as I reached blindly for my glass of water, my hand trembling.

My jaws snap up and find his windpipe. I bite down as hard as I can. His grip on me releases instantly. He jerks back, coughing and choking. I taste his blood in my mouth. The crowd roars. We separate, both of us staggering on our paws. His throat is bleeding badly. Not fatal, but serious. He's wheezing with every breath. Now! Kael screams in my head. While he's weak! I charge forward on all fours, putting all my remaining strength into one final push.

My mouth fell open, but no words came out, and I faltered, stumbling a few steps back as a wave of dizziness shot through me. He found me. I was trapped. No.

as attempted to hold my hand I reached out to the telephone and hit it on his head, he staggered backward while I got down from the table. I was about to crawl towards the door when he reached for my legs, dragging me toward him. He got on top of me and was choking me. I struggled, my eyes turned red as I was losing my breath, and tears rolled down the corners of my eyes, as I thought this was goodbye. The door suddenly opened, and Martha charged into the room with Jeff. I was looking at him while almost taking my breath when Jeff jumped on top of him and knocked him down. He was about to hit him when he pushed him away and fell, the same time that darkness consumed me.

I said, with a mouthful. I fixed a plate, heated it up then sat at the breakfast bar. My eyes fixed on a note, and I was so glued to the perfect cursive penmanship that I almost didn’t read it. Once I finally focused my eyes and did, I immediately began to choke. I coughed and coughed but a chunk of chicken lodged in my throat, cutting off my air. I heaved and hit my chest, tried to breathe through my nose but there was no relief! I tried to scream but nothing happened, I was certain few of my neighbors were home on a Saturday.

He’s choking and it’s my fault, and he knows it too. Stepping back, I physically imagine my hands falling away from his neck, and he gasps loudly, collapsing onto his knees as he breathes in deeply. He coughs, Cian kneeling down with him, trying to examine him to see what is going on. All I can do is stare, wondering if I imagined all that, because there’s no way I thought about choking him, and was able to do it without even touching him... Sinful glares up at me. "What did you do?"

He chocked me once more and looked at me straight up "Not a sound!" I felt fright feeling me once more as my hands were fighting over the bed looking for a means to get air back to my lungs. I started hitting the bed violently to signal him that I was already suffocating, he then let go of my neck and buried his face down my tummy, moving slowly on my skin with his lips, sending me goosebumps and shivers through my entire body. My body was still painful and panting from the chock.

He looked surprised. He slammed into the sand face-first, ten feet away. Whump. He tried to scramble up, but the impact had knocked the wind out of him. He wheezed. Clawing at the ground. I was on him before he could recover. I scrambled onto his back. Locking my legs around his waist in a body triangle. I wrapped my good arm around his throat. "Yield," I gritted out. Squeezing. Rix thrashed. He clawed at my arm. Shredding the sleeve further. But the choke was tight. His air supply cut off. His vision started to go black.