Between the devil and the deep blue sea

"What are you doing here at this time?" Tyra asked when Damian entered her chamber without knocking. 

She stood up from the bed and went to check outside to be sure no one was around before she closed the door. 

"I asked what you were doing here?" 

"What I am doing here or why I am here when I should be locked in the dungeon?" Damian asked in anger as he reached for her, grabbing her by the throat and slamming her against the wall. Tyra cried out when her back hit the wall, but she had an even bigger problem: she could not breathe. 

"It was you, wasn't it?" he hissed, his fingers tightening around her neck.

Tyra gasped for air, struggling to breathe as Damian's grip grew stronger. She shook her head frantically, trying to deny his accusation.