Forced Submission

His fingers sank deeper into the soft flesh of my throat, cutting off every shred of air. My lungs burned like raw fire. My vision dimmed, the corners of the ceiling bleeding into dark, fuzzy shadows. Panic tore through my veins, fierce and cold.

I could not die here. Not like this, pinned flat under his brutal weight.

Dante needed me. If I stopped breathing, who would shield my little boy fro