Literature
'I Hate You, Kyle' Kyman pt. 1
Kyle couldn't breathe.
Eric Cartman's hands, strong and thick, engulfed Kyle's thin neck, squeezing his windpipe and making him gulp and choke on oxygen that wasn't there. He flailed about, gasping and wheezing, begging the bigger boy in fractured, airless words to please let him down, he was dying.
Snarling, Cartman slammed Kyle—frail and limp from the exhaustion of their extensive brawl—against the wall, and Kyle cried out in pain. A warm, moist spot bloomed from his scalp, and the hot trickle of blood down his neck sent bright flashes of panic across his eyes. Gulping madly, he felt his legs tremble and collapse from under h
