Strangled

He clasps his hand around my throat, tightening his grip on my arteries. I take a startled last draw and start to hear the red blood rushing to my ears. My eyes begin to bulge and loll in my head, and my shoulders drop like a broken neck. I desperately scrabble at his hands with my nails, before giving up slowly and starting to fade away.

And then.

He lets go and the blood comes back in a wash and I gasp. My body is filled with good warmth and I can feel wetness between my legs. Fear ebbs out like liquid from a leaking cut and I want it all again.