He grabbed my throat viciously. The veins in the hands with distinct knuckles bulged out, trying to bleed from them.
"You fucking want to escape?" His tone was too heavy and he wanted to wrap me up in it. "Don't even think about it. You can only stay by my side and be peaceful forever. Don't even think about anything else!"
Really, let me go, I'm dying.
As long as you're by my side, that's fine. Everything is fine.
--I just want you to be by my side. Break your soul, break your mind, as long as you are by my side.
Then I want nothing.
But, I'm dying.
--Me too.