"HAA! HAA! HAA!"
Frantically gasping for breath, Lena, in a last-ditch effort to save her life, dug her fingernails deep into the flesh on Aaron's hands, drawing back chunks of his skin and blood.
He hissed in pain and finally released her. She attempted to scream for help as she fled the bedchamber.
But no sound came from her lips.
Aaron swiftly followed Lena out of the bedroom and down the hallway. He saw her fingers raking at her throat, attempting to scream, but she couldn't.
He had crushed her windpipe, and it would only be a matter of moments before she fell unconscious and died from lack of air.
A rush of adrenaline flooded Aaron's body, causing his heart to race from the experience of strangling Lena.
As he silently trailed behind her, the overpowering scent of blood filled the air, sending a wave of euphoria through him.
