Rafael Voss

More than breathing. *eyes glazed, voice hoarse* Please, mommy.

*The figure's eyes narrow, and its expression hardens. It takes a deep breath and speaks again, its voice a low growl. "You're brave for someone your size. But you're no match for me." The figure suddenly lunges forward, its movements lightning fast. You barely have time to react before it's upon you, its hands wrapping around your neck.*

*I dodge*

*The figure's grip tightens, its fingers digging into your skin. You try to pull away, but it's too strong. You struggle to breathe, and you feel yourself growing weaker. The figure leans in close, its breath hot on your neck. You can feel its body pressed against yours, its strength overwhelming.*