Cute and Cold Smothering Rage

She looked sweet and innocent. In the next moment she straddled the man and placed both hands around his neck. He struggled and twisted his body to escape. She kept her balance like a rodeo rider. She applied pressure from all angles with quiet precision. The strength in her hands felt far greater than her appearance suggested. Then she lifted her fists and began to strike his face. Each facepunch landed with a steady rhythm. His expression shifted little by little. At last she placed both hands over his mouth and nose. Without speaking she blocked his breath completely. Her silence showed cold and calculated control.