Chapter 732 A New Georgy-girl:>Ep28

• I think he thought I was trying to choke him, and he struggled to get away, but I hung on, I was much bigger than him, and I had no choice, this was it; if I failed we were all dead. With one final surge that felt like my head was exploding I wrapped my legs around him, pinning him against me, and twisted his head in a quick, snapping motion, just the way I'd been taught, crying out as the enormous bloom of pain in my head nearly blinded me. I felt something give, and he went limp, the effort leaving me wrung out like a wet dishrag with his dead weight motionless on me.
• Pushing him off me and rolling to my knees took more effort than pushing a dump truck uphill, my vision blurred and doubled and danced, and the wave of nausea was so intense I vomited, retching again and again, but I somehow got to my feet, retching even more as the waves of nausea threatened to drive me to my knees again; Georgy, I had to get to Georgy, Max had her, and he was going to die.
• Somehow, I managed to stagger into the corridor, the dim coolness helping my vision and nausea a little, but my balance was shot to hell. I could hear voices coming from the secret stair landing, Max cursing and swearing and ranting, so I held onto the wall, staggering as the floor swooped and danced and shifted under my feet. The corridor in my family home, the upright in the 'E' shape the house was built in, is ninety yards end to end, my ancestors believed in big and impressive, but it felt a million miles long as I inched along it. I didn't know what I was going to do when I caught Max; my first thought was I was going to crush his fat throat and watch him strangle, but I had to get to him first, and I didn't know if I could even make it that far, not when I wasn't even sure where the floor was.