no weakness.

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Mystery and Crime  |  House: Booksie Classic
by the hands of her saviour she gasps, struggling for a breath. could this be the end?

Submitted: February 12, 2016

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Quickly brushing the tears from her pale face she starts to notice the sting where her lip is split. "No weakness" she thinks. His angry footsteps echoing through the house, he's coming again. Inhale. Exhale. Panic sets in. Inhale. Then, crash! His arms slam around her, constricting similar to a boa catching its prey. Crushing into her chest and restricting her lungs. She feels no pain, only extreme panic. "Is this is?" She wonders. Struggling to gasp for an unobtainable breath his hold tightens. Filled with hatred and rage, he's too strong to fight off. Opening her mouth to scream only to hear silence linger in the air. Terrifying silence. Gasp. She thinks "how could this be? How could the same hands that once filled her with so much life be slowly taking it away?" Her face having now turned an odd shade of blue she realizes she's losing strength. Taking one last attempt for a breath she gasps. Like waves in the ocean air crashes deep into her lungs. He's finally let go and left her. Inhale. Exhale. The pain from his intense hold starts to settle in. Inhale. Exhale. Another attack survived. Falling to her knees she tells herself it's over for now and once again wipes the tears from her cheeks. "No Weakness" she repeats.


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