"You think you're tough?" you growl at her, "Come here and we'll see how tough you are."
"Oooh, the widdlest prisoner thinks he's bad," she taunted, kneeling down and leaning her head closer.
Gotcha, you think.
"Not so tough behind bars, are you?" Porche grins, starting to turn around.
You start to panic. This wouldn't work if she wasn't there. You had to act now!
Slipping your arms through the spaces between the bars, your arms are now completely around Porche's neck and just under her jaw, pulling her in close to you. Cutting off her breathing where necessary, Porche immediately begins struggling.
"You little...let go of me!" she screams.
Porche kicks her legs around as you move one hand to the back of her head to make the process go a little quicker. Within seconds, her legs and arms start to go numb as her head still fights back.
"...you...rotten....hgurk...hhhuuueeee....."
Her words soon leave her as her head falls downward, seeming to finally take effect. Her head slumped forward, and her long nose poked into your arm. Also, she started snoring rather crudely, and you also felt drool trailing down your arm. Convinced she was unconscious, you release her from the chokehold, letting her body fall to the side at your disposal.
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