Chokehold

by Leigh Rivers

My eyes absently zone into the way his throat moves with each gulp. I wish I could cut it wide open and watch the way his blood flows out. I’d make sure I drained every drop, bleed him dry, then sit by while he turns blue and lifeless.

I’ll happily burn down the world and everyone in it to watch Cole squirm like a worm on my hook.

There are no lengths, no stretch of the imagination that I won’t go to own every part of him.