I fought back as hard as I could, but he was stronger than me and soon had me on the floor. 'I was screaming at him to get off me and he was shouting back: "You English should love me."
Then he kept repeating "You're going to die" as he knelt on my stomach and squeezed my neck so hard I couldn't breathe. He was strangling me and I knew that if his grip got any tighter, I would die.'
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