Nikolas's face was a mask of strained determination as he fought to breathe, every muscle in his body tensed against the vice-like grip of the attacker.
The man's eyes were cold and merciless, his strength terrifying as he applied more pressure, intent on crushing the life out of Nikolas.
Eliza watched in horror as Nikolas struggled beneath the weight of the man, his movements growing more desperate with each passing second. ...
The air was thick with the sounds of the struggle.. the grunts of exertion, the scuffling of boots on the wooden floor, the ragged gasps as Nikolas fought for oxygen.
Nikolas's vision began to blur, black spots dancing at the edges of his sight as the lack of air started to take its toll.
But he wasn't done yet. With a burst of sheer willpower, he twisted his body, using the man's momentum against him. He drove his knee up into the attacker's ribs with all the force he could muster.
