Imagine a full grown man wrapping his full grown adult fingers around the neck of something as fragile as a chicken.
Would that animal be able to breathe?
No.
That's precisely what's happening to me. This man's hands are big and he has the entirety of my neck in just one of his large palms. I weigh nothing to Lucas Greyson because he even has me raised above his head all the while walking without any haste.
I'm trying to scream. To plead. To kick. To slap him.
But to no avail.
With Aera I was holding back because I think I was scared that she was right that people were coming after us. But now, now I'm really trying not to die and this man is acting like my efforts are no more than those of a weak, sick child.
"He's never lifted me." I remembered Lauren's words. "But I've seen him
Aksara