Bethany's face twisted with fury as she tightened her grip. Her eyes were filled with hate, and she looked nothing like the innocent angel she once was—now she resembled a bloodthirsty demon.

　　I struggled to breathe as I tried to pry her hands off my neck. "W-what... are you doing?" My voice came out in painful gasps.

　　The room was dim, with no lights on. Suddenly, Bethany laughed, but it wasn't her usual sweet, innocent laugh. This time, it was a cold, sinister ...