Thursday, May 30, 2013

100 Words a Day 285

He had his knees on the man’s chest, his hands clutching his throat. His fingers clamped onto the other man’s neck, crushing the two arteries supplying his brain with oxygen, while his thumbs pressed into the soft spot at its base.

The other man struggled to free his arms from under the choker’s knees. The pressure on his throat made him shake reflexively, his primitive mind seeking a way to relieve the pressure and open his airways.

The choker watched the man died. He never would have thought he could strangle a man, the things you’ll do for your children.

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