One Hundred and Thirty Four

You could kill me really easily like that, I tell him, and a second later, What the fuck? inside my head. I really should think before I speak. All I meant was, with his arm around my shoulder and his hand cupping my chin, it wouldn’t take much force at all, should he so decide, to snap my neck and leave me dangling, limp and lifeless, in the crook of his elbow.