“Well here you go Kelly, here’s your very own noose… you once told me that of all the ways you could go out, asphyxiating was the way you preferred most.” Caine stated self congratulating himself for remembering Kelly’s preference.

It was true. Kelly dimly remembered telling him that in confidence in the afterglow of a particularly long sex session, many years ago.

He took the loop of pre-tied rope, and stretched it around her head, tightening the noose so that her head wouldn’t go back through. He ex boyfriend marched her up the steps to a conveyor belt of women waiting to be hanged.

“It was nice catching up, Kelly.” He said, as he left her alone with the cadre of twitchy strangers, in order to go throw the switch”

The girls were bantering about little nothings, whiling away their last moments with gossip about the Meat plant.
“I swear I just saw my second grade teacher’s head on a wall trophy in the workers break room.”
“Do you think it’s gonna hurt much”
“You’re gonna have your throat jammed closed by a rope until you die of oxygen deprivation.. what do you think?”
“I can’t believe we’re really going to die..it just doesn’t seem real.”
Kelly ignored their chatter, it all just seemed irrelevant now. She just waited for the end.