Chapter 6: Godforsaken beauty
"Shaaaaaman... die."
Mikel's eyes dilated, his pupils shrinking as the choking grip tightened around his neck. His oxygen waned, his face flushing red as he tried to pry the woman's fingers from his throat. Despite all his efforts, this was the first time he felt utterly powerless.
Shit, she won't budge!
He kicked at the air and punched at her arm with his free hand, but it was useless. The person crouched on his chest only laughed maniacally.
Stop!
He kept punching and punching, his desperation growing in each swing.
Has my long hospital stay made me this weak? How could she take hits like that and not flinch?"
Damn it!
"Hahaha! Pluck the bud before it blooms," the woman chanted, laughing maniacally in between. "Pluck the bud before it blooms. Pluck it. Cut it. Pull it out of its roots! Then... kill it! HAHAHAHA!"
Her laughter echoed along with his grunts, almost like she was making fun of him.
Gritting his teeth, Mikel's mind raced at what felt like four hundred miles per hour, thinking of any way to escape. He couldn't just die — not like this, and not for something he didn't even understand.