Immediately Dr. Kai actually heard what Cecilia just said, a wave of panic rushed through his body like electricity. His already weak eyes, tired and dim from minutes of fear, were then just wide open wider than they'd been in years. He couldn't believe what he was hearing. She knew.
Even though he couldn't speak, the pressure Cecilia was applying around his neck was no joke. Her grip was tight, unrelenting, and dangerously precise not strong enough to snap it, but firm enough to remind him that his life was in her hands, literally. Each second that passed, he felt the weight of death creeping closer, as if her fingers were the very strings tying him to the edge of the underworld.
He tried to move his lips, to plead, to explain, but the hold on his throat wouldn't allow it. All he could do was breathe shallowly and pray his body didn't give up before he had a chance to speak.
