Eric's head hung dangerously over the ledge, neck caught in a vice-like grip. The yawning void beneath him was a silent promise of death. Within the ruined structure, Hector straddled him like a predator that had finally caught its prey, hands tightening around his throat, choking him into submission.
Every breath Eric tried to steal was denied, every gasp strangled at the source. He fought back with what little strength remained, clawing at Hector's wrists, kicking at nothing, desperate to reclaim control. His vision blurred. The fight was slipping from his body.
But Hector was relentless. His eyes burned with manic rage, his teeth clenched as he roared, "Die! Die! Die!"
Each repetition came with added pressure as if Hector intended to crush the very essence out of Eric's being. His hands pulled Eric further toward the void, inch by inch, neck stretched over the precipice, body limp from exhaustion.
Then; "Clap. Clap. Clap."
