His heart is caving in,
As the world crashes
Around his vision.

Trying to cry out,
Something chokes him
He grabs for the hand.

His breathing gets shorter,
As the hand seems too real.
His eyes slowly open.

They grow wide at his fear
He gasps, scratching at the hand.
His last minutes turning into seconds.

The hand grips tighter
It's master's eyes gleaming
Dancing with pleasure.

In his last choking breath,
He speaks to his killer

"How... Could... I..."