This hadn't gone as planned.
This was bad. Very, very bad. Like, so bad, that Crys had a feeling she wasn't going to make it out of this alive.
Kicking her feet helplessly, she tried in vain to push the man's hands off of her neck, resulting in them only tightening and cutting off the ability to breath. She couldn't believe she's fallen for the oldest trap in the book.
Crap. Crap, crap, crap.
Gagging slightly, the young woman attempted again to push the guy away, but it was to no avail. Her eyes kept flickering between black and blue, as the loss of oxygen started to make her loose control of herself. She reached up and gripped at the wrists on the person who was currently choking her to death.
This was not going to end well, that was for sure.
( I just really like this rp starter so, yeah. Hehe. )
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stockholm syndrome
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