I can’t breathe!
I am hanging from the noose that you made for me. You watch me squirm and claw at the noose on my neck, you knowing that it is hopeless for me to try. As you watch me slowly lose consciousness and all the air in my lungs, you cut me down. I take a huge breath and hope that it is the end of my torture. It is not the end, of course. You have always had such fun with strangulation. Squeezing your hands around my neck was fun, but not satisfying enough to get you off. You like a bit of psychological torture with your victims as well. You like to watch me gain a bit of hope that I will live, before you set me up for another hanging. You’ll do this until I lose all hope, and hang from the noose voluntarily. From there, you can jerk off as you watch me writhe and wiggle on the rope before finally dying.