In those long minutes as she waited for his signal, she started counting out loud.
Despite her efforts, the memories assailed her brain in fragmented pieces. Those fingertips pressing harder and harder against her throat. She had nearly marveled at how easy it was. All it took was that crushing grip, and the desire.
So this was how it was going to be, she thought. A calm had spread over her just moments before a nearly superhuman strength. And then -
As quickly as it had begun, it had ended. She could rejoin the world. She was not a victim but a survivor. Pick up the pieces. Move on. Things will get better with time. You have nothing to fear but fear itself.
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