We Always Have A Choice

"I should fucking kill you, I should fucking take you away right now, far away and murder you so they'll never know," "No, no," she cried, real, unbidden fear coursing through her. They were nose to nose, fighting for breath. "You wouldn't, you wouldn't," his unyielding fingers clutched ever still harshly her wrist, her throat. "I should, I should," he ruffed, strained.