As moments passed, the tension rose steadily. Sebastian has been begging ever since, and he was still begging now. It was the only thing he could do now.
The brisk bald man was still with them at the top of the platform, and he still wouldn't let go of his firm grip on Zain's slender neck.
Poor Zain was completely red on the face, with sweat all over her. At first, she was struggling to remove the massive hand of the big man from around her neck, by pounding continuously on it, but now she was becoming weak. She was gasping and grunting weakly, desperately craving for air. He was choking her with no pity or hesitation as if his interest was taking her life. Zain could no longer bear the pressurized pain in her neck and had eventually reached her limit of endurance. She had begun fading at this point, and she was fading really fast.