Markos opened the door to the cage, and cracked a smile as he successfully stepped into it.
"Sweet girl," he grinned, as his hand found her neck. "You're not going to scream, are you?" He asked.
She shook her head, and then nodded, indicating she wanted him to carry on.
His grin widened, as he applied just a little pressure to her neck.
"I learnt this little technique while travelling through Asia. A lot of people are ignorant of the fact that strangulation doesn't have to hurt. Just know the right places, and in no time, they're dead," he paused to chuckle. "You're dead."
Angel didn't make a sound. She only stared intensely into the eyes of her murderer.
One could always tell who a psychopath was from their eyes. And from the very second she saw him, she knew he was one.
"Do you perhaps have a prayer? One last one for the road?"
She was beginning to feel like her windpipes were being crushed.