Perhaps another murder meant nothing for a man who had been involved in a killing before that time. Killing someone, for the victimizer, was one of the easiest things one could do if the he wasn’t afraid of getting banged inside a cell for rest of his life or being hanged.

But the victim was sure he was going to die any moment from suffocation when he was no longer was able to inhale oxygen inside his lungs which felt it was being pressed by something massive.

Let me breathe…he gasped, heard his own faint voice prolonging inside his head when he felt pressure of earth straight against his rib cages. I am dying…he told himself when a big rough palm gripped his throat so hard; he thought his Adam's Apple was inside his throat now. He gagged and gasped for air when realized him being dragged on the floor. It seemed like someone was flaying him from his knees up to the upper limbs too.

The grip on his throat made him think of the time when a tender hand had come from darkness for his help from darkness.

"Who's hand is this?" he questioned himself when he found it could be the biggest déjà vu of his entire life. Déjà vu of suffocation and hand rarely came to him. It was like once or twice a year but it wasn’t the déjà vu anymore.

"Leave me!" words came out from his mouth when he started to pull the man's hand, just to find out his attempt was bound to failure. How could someone keep holding his slippery and sweaty neck so firm?

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The hand wasn’t creation of his mind or his childhoods blur memory. He discovered it when he saw blurred body figure and a couple of limbs.

Once a hand had come which had resulted as Midas touch.

He could hear a bizarre masculine sound in the darkness while being dragged. He couldn’t understand what was going on around and who was dragging the half conscious man all over the floor. Some seconds later he became unable to find if the sound came from a human or an animal.

When his knees and abdomen started to collide on something possessing sharp edges then he sensed he was on stairs. He presumed his knees had been dislocated due to rapid collisions. But the problem was that he still couldn't see what was happening to him. All he knew was, he was about to be killed soon.

His attempt to regain consciousness was like nothing more than biting diamond to crush it.

I must open my eyes…but it seemed as if someone had sewed his eyelids or had super – glued them.

Once my suffocation had perished after the touch and I was taken out of the agony….I could breathe after it. Till now I am breathing…

"Mooovvveeee….!" He heard a man's voice and saw human like transparent heads on the side of an opaque face. The blurred sighting of the victimizer meant nothing for him.

"Don’t kill me…" again words came out from his mouth but he was sure it hadn’t reached in the person's ears. A painful slap on his face almost awakened him.

He wants me conscious? Why doesn’t he want me get up?