"F*ck you."
****
"Heh. How emotional." The man chuckled as his grip around her neck tightened even more.
As she lost her breath, Zoey tried to struggle for the last time. Her hand groped on the hands strangling her as her feet involuntarily kicked weakly.
Zoey watched as his eyes grew bloodshot. The blood in her head started to make her feel it would explode any moment.
Yet, she didn't want to give up. Using her trembling hand, Zoey pushed his face but to no avail. It slowly crept up to his eyes and Zoey used her remaining strength and unwavering will to poke his eyes.
"Ughh…!" The man growled, shaking his head but her nails dug deeper into his skin. "Just die, b****!"
He cursed, frustrated that even at her last breath, she was fighting back. But then again, Zoey was raised under the Silva Family. She had trained extensively ever since as a child.
