I’m behind you.

Can you feel me?

Can you feel my hands slipping under your arms?

My breath caressing the back of your neck?

My arms tightening around your torso?

It’s getting harder to breathe, isn’t it?

Try.

See?

Your chest feels too small. Your lungs are constricted.

And yet still I hold you tighter. Closer.

Pain knifes through your body as your ribs break, one at a time.

You try to scream, but you can’t draw a breath. The agony is too intense.

Your vision goes soft and gray, then black.

My lips graze your ear, whispering.

“Good night.”

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