She never tried to save herself, she never fought back; only hung motionless, suspended by his grasp.  Her eyes were blankly trained on his face, they didn’t see him at all.  It was a look of complete surrender, as if she accepted that what was happening to her was the best she could hope for.  His hands seemed massive as they tightened around her throat, and as the life was slowly strangled out of her a single tear ran down her face.  It had rained the day before and he left her on the damp ground.  She did not die alone.