I’m not ready (166)

I could barely gasp for air as the pressure around my neck increased, I kicked and tried to move, I wasn’t thinking straight, all I wanted to do was get out of the death trap I had found myself in.

The fact that the room was pitch dark and I was gradually sinking into my silk sheets and the cozy bed was not helping either, panic swelled in my sour chest and I gasped for air but it came out muffled and the pressure on my air intensified.

I was almost sure that this was it, This was exactly where I would die and there was no way I could fix it or save myself, despite my pitiful situation, I found my thoughts trailing to Tyler, I wondered if he would care about my death and I had to mentally smack myself at my trail of thought

The lights came up immediately a loud smack was heard and the pressure on my neck reduced significantly. I blinked and gasped for air, I could feel arms wrap around me but I kept my eyes shut for a few seconds as the light affected my dilated pupils even more.

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