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The arms holding my neck tightened. I struggled hard, punched his face multiple times but he didn't even budge. No matter how hard I fought, I'm still no match to his strength.

He pressed a handkerchief into my nose. I know what it could do to me so I fought even harder—with all the strength I have. This is a matter of life and death situation. I won't allow him to do what he wants.

My long fingernails clawed his cheeks. He cried in pain and cursed in rage. The handkerchief fell out of his reach. His hold around my neck momentarily loosened.

I took the chance and hit him forcefully using my elbow. He fell back on the backseat of the car.

I turned to the door and reached for the handle. But before the tip of my fingers touched the handle he snatched my hair with brute force that I stumbled on the seat.