65 — God. Fuck. No!

SELENA

Christopher's grip on my neck tightened, his fingers digging into my flesh like talons. My eyes widened in shock and horror as he shoved me against the wall. The impact sent a wave of pain through my body.

I struggled to breathe, my vision starting to blur. I clawed at his hands, trying to break free, but his grip was like iron. I felt trapped, completely trapped at his mercy.

Christopher growled and pushed my hands away, pinning them above my head with one hand. I felt trapped, helpless. I could barely breathe, my heart racing in my chest. I tried to look into his eyes, to find some trace of the man I had known, but all I saw was a stranger. His face was contorted with anger, his eyes cold and hard. I felt a wave of terror wash over me, knowing that I was completely at his mercy.

"Chris—" I tried to say, but the words were caught in my throat, choked off by the pain in my neck. I trembled under his grip, my body shaking with fear. I wanted to scream, to fight back, but I c