"We see here the first stage of her short drop hanging, beginning with the grimace, tensing the muscles in her neck. She'll try to keep breathing, but her weight will draw the noose tighter and tighter until finally fear takes over and she'll begin kicking wildly. Her hands will claps and stretch, pulling at their bonds trying to find some way to get free. The show only goes on for a minute or two before the brain finally begins to starve of oxygen rich blood. Minutes that must seem like hours to her as the pain of her crushed throat, stretched neck, and the blood pounding in her head rages. As she slips into then welcoming darkness her body will begin its final stage of life, unconscious twitches and slow muscle muscle contractions, lifting and dropping her lengths in a last futile attempt to free itself from the death constriction of the uncaring noose, until finally the body admits defeat. All the muscles relax as one, excepting that stubborn heart which still pounds out its rhythm with growing irregularity. There's the smallest of immodest trickles down the inside of her thigh, leading from her engorged sex down to the tips of her toes, dripping from there to the ground.<br />
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And she is done."