Bl__ckout

There is a foot on my throat. And hands
holding my arm (the arm that isn’t thras
hing pretty wildly looking for somethin
g to grab, the arm that is held at the wri
st, the elbow). The hands and the foot a
re working in concert, pulling and push
ing neatly slowly gently so that my hea
d is squashed meatly lowly ment’lly ag
ainst my shoulder and squeeeeezing bo
th my carotids sht. The arm, my arm th
at isnot held fined find finds somethinn
nng nnngh to grab to pinch to to to clari
ty. The pinch, the roll, the fulcrum. The
se are the basics, I know so I stop strug
gling and squeeze my hand and my han
d is pnching the sqeeze away justf ast e
nough ntil I am able to roll my head for
wards and find relief and a way in. He i
s bigger than I amd but not as fast or lit
he or dazed so it takes him longer longe
r to realise I am no longer choking and I
have rolled away, around, and kept hold
of the leg and he is like a flipped beetle
as I make my feet and his other leg kick
s at me so I let it fly and slip around the
m both and he has realised now what is
going on but it is rather too late for him
I am astride him looking to drop elbows
on his unguarded scone so he rolls to his
side and I let him and then push him for
ce him further with my knee and I insin
uate myself an arm around his neck and
under his arm we roll to my back, him a
ll arms scrabbling and me thinking legs
and tightening mine around his body ho
oking heels inside his thighs and he gets
an arm in his ham-hands and pulls it aw
ay but this gives me the opening I desire
and the other arm snakes around his lov
ely lumpen throat and I shake away his
hands and calmly place my hand atop h
is shaven head and my other hand meets
my elbow and now, now it is my turn to
squeeze.