I lay there under you struggling and clawing, desperate to breathe. I get a gasp for air as you hook your leotard around my neck before spinning around, tightening it like a noose. My blue eyes open wide in shock and fear as I reach up, pulling at your leotard, trying to loosen it up.
My feet kick out wildly as I twist around, trying to squirm out from under you, but between your weight and the noose around my neck, it's no use. Your demand that I apologize infuriates me and I take a second from pulling at your leotard to give you the finger, thinking that if he had the chance, he would probably have done worse to me.
Using my nail, I rip and tear at the bottom of your leotard, hoping to get it to break under the tension before I pass out.