Yinuo's hands were those of a surgeon, larger than those of an average person, with long fingers that possessed strength. When he strangled my throat, I didn't even have the strength to break free.
I felt difficulty breathing…
My hands were right beside the hospital bed, but I didn't move, I didn't even try to resist.
I just let him strangle me as the air in my lungs slowly depleted.
The feeling of suffocation was instantaneous.
He suddenly let go.
I coughed once and then began to breathe desperately.
The feeling of air rushing back into my lungs was so wonderful.
I breathed deeply.
Yinuo asked me somewhat disheveled,
"Why didn't you use your hands to fight back?"
I reached out and rubbed my sore neck where he had strangled me.
