He reaches for me too fast, his hand going around my throat. He shoves me against the door, his fingers digging into my skin. I go completely still for a split second, then try the sensible thing—you know, to remove his hand. His grip tightens when I try to yank it away, and suddenly, my vision is speckled black. He’s not blocking my airway—but he is pressing on my pulse points. Everything goes weak—and then fades. My hand slides off his wrist, and my eyes roll back. Out like a light.
