It is a sinking feeling you get in your gut, when you realize she has you. When you feel her forearm squeeze under your chin, and against your quickly compressing windpipe. You can brace for it – sliding down her body to the floor to keep yourself from falling. But as you use your hands to press against her, not in any hope of escape, but instead in an unconscious and unspoken plea for mercy, you know. That though you may thrash in her arms, straining against her hold and hate, all will soon be dark, and the only question that will remain is whether she will be atop you when you wake, and if so, in what position.
When You Realize
