I saw him twist the beads around and around each other so that they formed a spiral and I knew he was going to use them on me.
I wasn’t sure if he planned to hit me or if he had something more sinister in mind.
All sorts of images and thoughts flashed through my mind: him tying me up with the beads, their sharp edges cutting into my skin.
“Please…” I heard myself call out.
But as he raised his hand high above his head, I knew that they were the last words I would ever call out.
He planned on choking me to death.