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Elena was in trouble, more than usual.

She'd lost her balance, falling with a loud crash, her attacker not even winded, instead tightening his grip around her neck, crushing down on her trachea, his legs wrapping around her, over her legs like a snake with it's prey, keeping her locked to the floor.

"Hkkkk!" She got out with a mixture of desperation and pain, not even able to form a single word of English, the blood trapped above her neck, turning her red, her fingers clawed at the mans arm, with not even a sound of protest from him, nor a drop of scarlet from where her nailed dragged across his skin.

Elena's struggles were futile, and she knew it.

Her stomach convulsed, tightening rapidly, as if her body was begging her for air, but she could not provide any, her mouth opening and closing, desperately trying to suck in any oxygen it could into her aching lungs, skin sweaty, slick, showing her to be expending all her energy, her head, it grew foggier and foggier...

Eyes were heavier, barely able to keep them open, her arms becoming like noodles, flopping to her sides, sounds of protest became silent, vision becoming darker, darker, yet darker still.

Soon, she saw, and thought nothing, only a little puff of her lungs as her attacker let go signaled she was still alive.

Alive, but very much helpless.

Rendered in Daz 4.9 iRay and edited in Adobe Photoshop CS2

Description
Elena was in trouble, more than usual.

She'd lost her balance, falling with a loud crash, her attacker not even winded, instead tightening his grip around her neck, crushing down on her trachea, his legs wrapping around her, over her legs like a snake with it's prey, keeping her locked to the floor.

"Hkkkk!" She got out with a mixture of desperation and pain, not even able to form a single word of English, the blood trapped above her neck, turning her red, her fingers clawed at the mans arm, with not even a sound of protest from him, nor a drop of scarlet from where her nailed dragged across his skin.

Elena's struggles were futile, and she knew it.

Her stomach convulsed, tightening rapidly, as if her body was begging her for air, but she could not provide any, her mouth opening and closing, desperately trying to suck in any oxygen it could into her aching lungs, skin sweaty, slick, showing her to be expending all her energy, her head, it grew foggier and foggier...

Eyes were heavier, barely able to keep them open, her arms becoming like noodles, flopping to her sides, sounds of protest became silent, vision becoming darker, darker, yet darker still.

Soon, she saw, and thought nothing, only a little puff of her lungs as her attacker let go signaled she was still alive.

Alive, but very much helpless.

Rendered in Daz 4.9 iRay and edited in Adobe Photoshop CS2