Every breath in the room seizes and the only sound I can hear is the whooshing of wind hitting the closed windows.
Theron's frame turns stiff at the rushed, panicked words of the bodyguards. Mira's face masks different emotions; the most prominent one being relief.
"What did you just say?" Theron questions and his deep voice echoes across the room.
The bodyguard shakily repeats himself and in a swift motion, Theron grabs a hold of his neck and applies a pressure strong enough to break it.
There's something about strangling that Theron seems to like. It gives him the power and satisfaction of knowing that he could take anyone's life against their will. An action I despise.
To see them writhe in pain under his hold and beg for his mercy as he slowly restricts their means of breath.
