My heart was beating so fast and my lungs began to beg for air as my dad’s hand continued to wrap tightly around my neck. “Dad, you’re hurting me,” I managed to say in a strained voice, but he ignored me. A small smirk grew on his lips and he looked like he was enjoying hurting me. “Dad, please.” Tears flowed from my eyes and I tried with everything in me to pry his hand off my neck but I was not strong enough. Speaking was now getting more challenging, and my lungs were pleading for more air. At that moment, I felt that that was it; I was going to die. Adrenaline rushed through my veins and my fight or flight mode kicked in in an instant. There was no way to run, so the only choice I was left with was to fight. I dug my nails into his hand but he barely flinched, he only squeezed my neck tighter and I could feel dizziness creeping up on me. There was no way that I was going to die like this. This was not it for me. If he continued choking me for a few more seconds, there was no
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