With all his might, Koul fought to peel the shadow's hand from his neck. But it was just too strong. Almost as if it was glued there.
"What the…. fu-ck.. dyou want?" Koul struggled to let out.
Veins had lined his forehead and neck. And as he spoke, a puff of saliva burst from his mouth.
The shadow, built like a tanker with a bulky figure and bulging muscles, simply gazed down at Koul.
Since he was a shadow, his eyes couldn't really be seen. So it was hard for Koul to catch any emotions or reactions from him.
He said nothing, simply strangling Koul. It seemed as if his goal was just to strangle life out of Koul.
Koul's legs wriggled. They thrashed about as he struggled. Met with no way out, he thought to scream for help.
But, as if the shadow could feel and predict Koul's next moves, he tightened his grip further.
Koul couldn't even let out a word.
The more the moment stretched, the more suffocated he got. His hands slowly lost strength and slid down to the bed.
