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What the!? I barely had time to sink in the situation when he dashed straight for me, his hands around my neck.
I slammed into the wall, pushed up high, my legs losing the ground's feel. Pain unceremoniously shot strong darts through my body, my neck losing air, even as his claws dug into my soft skin.
Maybe it wasn't supposed to draw blood from me, but his claws were too sharp, and my skin too soft.
I opened my eyes, as my hands flew to his strong ones, trying to find a space to protect my neck, but my neck was too small, his fingers too large. Fear gripped my insides tightly, refusing to let go. I felt like I was going to die. I suddenly realized everything I was yet to do, and all the silly mistakes I made.
Through shock and disbelief, I could still picture everything I could have done better. Was this what they call seeing one's life flash through their eyes?
