Did you always want to hang? To feel the noose bite into your neck, feel the emptiness beneath your feet as they stretch towards the decking. Was that why you chose a profession outside the law?
The hangman copped feels as you were being bound, your eep when he squeezed your bottom the watching crowd found adorable, and he reached round to roughly cup your breasts, to tweak your nipples into hardness.
Your breathing is now heavy, it doesn't matter anymore if it's fear or excitement thrumming through you. You choke as you're sharply hauled into the air, hands balling into fists at the small of your back and legs straining.
You sway, kick your legs in a panic, and clench your eyes shut, try to ignore the jeering crowd. You can already feel your lungs start to burn though, start feeling lightheaded. You're pulled upward again, the jerky movement startling you, and reflexively gasp, struggle when the air doesn't reach your lungs…
It doesn't take long after that before you expire, before you become just a piece of swinging meat. The hangman lets you down, you collapse into a boneless heap, and he details a guard to watch you as he places a sign around your bruised neck. Thief, available for any to use.
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