Chapter 208

I felt for the first time the pain of forced suffocation and broke his fingers feebly for a breath of fresh air.

Being held in a chokehold is not the same as an illness, which is manageable. Being in a chokehold is more about the psychological despair of being overwhelmed.

He's going to kill me…

Who is he? Hansel or Jack? Or is he both Hansel and Jack?

I had completely given up trying to pry open his iron-clawed fingers. I shifted my focus to the doorknob in front of me.

I reached out and turned.

Hope came again, and I held on to the door, trying to open the gap wider so that I could crawl out.

Through the crack in the door, I saw someone coming. I couldn't see who it was, but I felt a burst of strength.

"Help…"

I didn't yell, I got stuck, I scratched the door a few times, and then I was dragged back.

Jack was above me; in my out-of-focus pupils, his face was twisted and ferocious, full of murderous