Chapter 63

Andera's Pov

"No, please stop st.."

I struggled to get the words out, the man's hands held my neck tightly. I couldn't breathe.

"St.." I wheezed. He squeezed more, crushing my windpipe; I could feel my air constricting. Is this how I die? What would happen to Timmy and Tiffany? Would they ev...

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