The room fell into an eerie silence, shattered only by the sound of Ziana's uneven breaths as she was pressed against the wall. The air, thick with fear, tasted metallic on Ziana's tongue, her heart drumming in her ears like a war drum.
Jackson's sudden movement was as swift as lightning, catching Ziana off guard. His grip tightened around her neck, panic flickering in her eyes. The room seemed to close in on her, walls suffocatingly close, and the world blurred into a nightmare. Her mind raced, emotions churning beneath her brave facade. Fear thickened in her throat, but determination shone in her eyes. Though she attempted to speak, her voice emerged as a choked whisper, strangled by the grip around her throat.
"Le-leave me," she managed to stammer, her voice barely audible amidst the tension-soaked atmosphere.
