"You fucking bitch, I'm going to kill you for that!"
In a desperate attempt to free myself, I reach out and grab Alexa's face, digging my nails into the soft skin of her cheeks. I digs in hard, feeling the skin yield beneath mine fingertips, hot blood welling up to stain mine fingers red.
Alexa cries out in pain and surprise, her head snapping back as my nails leave deep scratches on her face. The movement loosens her grip on my hair just enough for me to pull away, gasping for air and choking.
Breathing hard, my eyes wild, I lunge at Alexa, knocking her off her feet, and we both fall to the dirt ground, a tangle of flailing limbs and cursing. We roll along the dirty sidewalk, growling like wild animals, unwilling to submit.
I manage to straddle Alexa, sit on her hips, and pin her to the ground. I grab her by the throat, squeezing with all my remaining strength, and my bloody lips stretch into a maniacal grin.
"You fucking cxnt."
I squeeze harder, my fingers digging into the soft flesh of Alexa's throat, cutting off her air supply. Alexa clings to my wrists, desperation growing as she struggles to breathe, her lungs desperate for oxygen.
I only smile wider, a wild, triumphant expression appearing on my blood-stained face. I revel in it, reveling in Alexa's suffering, intoxicated by the fact that she is at my mercy.