Yes

You struggle against her, but that just makes Martha squeeze tighter. You’re trying to shout for mercy but her hand just muffles you.

“Speak to the hand,” she says as she drags you to the floor, wrapping her legs round your stomach in a scissor hold, squeezing harder than you can imagine, while she continues to smother you with her hand and tightens her ****-hold. You can feel veins standing up on your head, your eyes bulging.

“The more you struggle, the more your final moments will hurt,” she tells you, while your body screams in pain as she squeezes still harder, laughing as she makes your final seconds of consciousness seem like excruciating decades.