TW: violence
He began to drag me along beside him in the rain and I cursed and swung out my legs. It did little impact, the strength he was forcing down on my neck had me curved almost in half. I lost my footing a lot, my head too close to my hips as he pulled me along.
I turned to swing out at him, but he dropped my top in time and caught my hand, pulling it behind my back. I was forced into a standing position, the hand pinning my neck moving to push my free arm into the other's grip. It returned to my neck, only the front this time, as he forced me backwards until I hit a barrier.
I grunted at the position, trying to kick at him with my legs and wiggle my way free. He chuckled, finding amusement in holding me hostage. His body pressed against mine to pin me, one of his legs sliding between mine so I couldn't kick him.
"Stop struggling." He growled and tightened the chokehold.
