Ji Yunmiao's desperate cry echoed through the room as Nan Yan's fingers tightened around her throat, pressing her body forcefully against the wall. The towel slipped from her fingers, cascading to the ground and crushed beneath Nan Yan's foot with a soft thud, a small testament to the violence of the moment.
Nan Yan's slender wrist held Ji Yunmiao in a vise-like grip, delicate blue veins straining against her pale skin, stark against the turmoil of the situation. Terror surged through Ji Yunmiao's veins as her air supply dwindled, ensnared in Nan Yan's suffocating embrace.
With each passing second, the pressure on her neck intensified, leaving Ji Yunmiao gasping for precious air. Her lungs burned with the desperate need for oxygen, her face flushed crimson with the effort to draw in even the smallest breath.
In the grip of fear, Ji Yunmiao's instincts kicked into overdrive as she clawed and thrashed against Nan Yan's hold, her attempts to break free proving futile against the strength of her assailant. Panic surged within her as she faced the chilling reality of her impending demise.
Was this to be the end of her? The question loomed ominously in her mind, a terrifying uncertainty as she fought for every breath, every heartbeat a frantic plea for survival.
A warm trickle of liquid ran down Ji Yunmiao's legs, a chilling reminder of her fear and helplessness in the face of imminent danger. As she teetered on the brink of oblivion, Nan Yan's disdainful laughter pierced the silence, sending shivers down her spine. Ji Yunmiao's body reacted instinctively, subconsciously kicking her legs twice in a desperate attempt to break free from the grip of terror.
With a final, desperate plea for mercy, Ji Yunmiao collapsed to the ground, her throat raw and burning as she struggled to fill her lungs with air. Each breath was a battle, each cough a plea for salvation.
"Please... *cough*... spare me... *cough*... don't let me die...I don't want to die… Please… Please don't kill me…. What do you want? What do you want from me? Please spare me… Please… I beg you…." Her voice, choked with fear and desperation, echoed through the room, a desperate cry for mercy.
Driven by an overwhelming sense of dread and a newfound appreciation for life, Ji Yunmiao clung to the hope of survival with every fiber of her being.
She didn't want to die! She wants to live! The thought echoed in her mind, a mantra of determination in the face of darkness.