I grabbed onto Kyle's hand, in desperate need for air. His grip on my throat tightened. My chest burned. Troy banged on the wall around the circle, trying to break it. My vision blurred.
"Kyle, stop!" Brian yelled.
If anything, Kyle squeezed harder. I could fight back. I could have him release me. Yet, I didn't want to. He was angry at me and I didn't want him to be. This realization was, even more, scarier than him choking me to death. Everyone else was fighting to get into this circle to save me. But, I wasn't willing to save myself.
Some spark of emotion settled in my veins. A surety like no other. Kyle wasn't going to kill me. I knew it and he did too. He could never carry out the act.
He roared. The sound pierced through the air and shattered the walls of the circle. However, before anyone could reach us, Kyle teleported us to a room. He released my throat. I fell on the carpet, gasping for air.
"Fuck!" he bellowed.
