When she had become used to the pain, she noticed the stench of his breath. "Fuck! Dude you need a tin of breath mints. I mean seriously your breath is rank," Jean stated as she recoiled and scrunched her nose in disgust. She tried to move her arm to cover her nose in vain and in the end settled on short, shallow breaths through her mouth.
"Now tell me," he began in a dangerously calm voice as he pinned her to a nearby tree. "What makes you think you can say things like that and get away with it?" he demanded as he also gripped her neck and chest tighter effectively making it impossible for her to breathe.
"F-. . . F-. . ." she tried to speak despite the lack of oxygen in her lungs.
"Hmm? I can't hear you," he stated as he loosened his grip on her allowing her to draw precious air into her lungs.
"Fuck off asshole," she hissed raggedly. "I don't care who you are, or what you can do. I will say what I want. Even if it kills me. I don't need to be afraid of anyone or anything."