"He likes to break things..." He felt light-headed. Her fingerprints were practically branded through the muscle in his neck now. She was enjoying this, he just wondered how long he could hang on.
He put his hands on her shoulders. He needed to think fast. Any move and her nails would dig into both ends, so pushing her off wasn't an option. He stopped talking, his hands on her shoulders going limp, eyes narrowing to a close. He was choking, but he'd choke a lot more if she kept going.