18

Elita

“ Is this all you will do if someone tries to kill you? ” The pressure on my throat increases.

The more I try to breathe or fight back the grip on my throat, the worse it hurts. This time, it feels like he will actually kill me before this episode of madness ends.

That’s a scary thought. Especially when I can see my brother and sister hiding in the cupboard, watching our father choking me to death.

No one should die in front of people that love you. That’s gruesome.

With renewed energy, I try to fight and regain my strength, but it doesn’t work against the Alpha’s grip. He is stronger—he will always be.

No matter how much I wriggle, or cry, or become desperate for air, he won’t let me breathe.

Dad said this will make me stronger. If someone ever tries to strangle me in the future, I won’t die without putting up a fight if I am already used to getting choked to near death.

When I can’t bear it anymore, I stop fighting. I let my body relax and close my blurred eyes. This is