Post by Willow Short on Feb 27, 2007 20:41:15 GMT -5
Even knowing how he would have responded I did it anyway. It was a mistake, I can tell you that but it was worth it. The way it made me feel as I tumbled down and stop short, it was thrilling. But then the whole choking thing got to me and I started to panic; yet, my hands wouldn’t move from behind my back. You must understand this wasn’t my idea at all. No it was the man’s standing on the landing above me as I wreathed and swung franticly, trying to get free. To get free form this prison around my neck. He talked my into it you see. He has such a good way with words, manipulating his victims into doing everything he wanted. That’s how I ended up here, now, this very moment trying to fill aching lungs with promised air that mocked me.
He was disappointed her neck didn’t snap. She was a sweet girl and didn’t deserve to die like this. No, not like this. Choking and gasping for the air that would not come. But she had to die. It was the rules. She came willingly with little persuading. Did, as he wanted her too. She was far from innocent now. But watching that sun streaked head slowly go limp, her small body give up and still, it made him think again about this. All he had to do was cut her loose and remove the noose from her long and now bruised neck. But where was the fun in that? Why was he doing this? He often wondered this but then, he lived for the cheep thrills of watching the young struggle to live. That was his game. He smirked. Her wrists weren’t even tied that tightly. She could have gotten free if she really tried. Pity. She was promising.
He was disappointed her neck didn’t snap. She was a sweet girl and didn’t deserve to die like this. No, not like this. Choking and gasping for the air that would not come. But she had to die. It was the rules. She came willingly with little persuading. Did, as he wanted her too. She was far from innocent now. But watching that sun streaked head slowly go limp, her small body give up and still, it made him think again about this. All he had to do was cut her loose and remove the noose from her long and now bruised neck. But where was the fun in that? Why was he doing this? He often wondered this but then, he lived for the cheep thrills of watching the young struggle to live. That was his game. He smirked. Her wrists weren’t even tied that tightly. She could have gotten free if she really tried. Pity. She was promising.