The sound reminding me of another sound.

They all black out, as my nightmare once again haunts me, cripples me in a way it has before, only this time it is not me who is the one in pain.

'Beggar, kill me, Beggar please, please, I'm ready to die," her voice, it chokes me, I need to get to her, but his hand is around my throat squeezing to a point of close death.

My eyes feel like they're going to pop out, my neck inches from snapping, my face swollen, hot. Yet, I still ...