"Shut your fucking whore mouth," he growled in my face, his hands round my throat and spit hitting my face. I flinched and moved away as much as I could, which wasn't much.
"P-ple-ease don't-" I wheezed out. There wasn't much else I could say for fear of upsetting him and making him hit me even harder. I could feel his grip tighten and my face began burning from the lack of blood.
"Don't fucking tell me what to do." He shook me roughly by the neck, making me choke. I automatically lifted my arms to try and claw his hands off me, scratching at his skin and kicking out in a weak attempt to get free. That just made him shake me harder.
My vision was going blurry but I could still see the sweat dripping from his forehead. I could feel the pressure build in my head and my throat was raw, but the energy was quickly leaking out of me.
My head fell forward as much as it could and my hands fell from his and I felt my body go limp. There was a loud, high pitched ringing in my ears and my vision was black.
He slammed my head back against the brick wall behind me and threw me to the floor, leaving me to slide into a painful unconsciousness, blood pooling around my head.
