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If she could somehow balance on top of his... But even when Penny tried, against all her reflexes, to slow down her struggles and carefully place her feet, but most of the time she only ever managed to rub against the sides, and even when she landed right on top, within a second she would slide off again, never gaining any reprieve.

Yet Penny kept trying, desperately attempting to somehow find a balance, much to the man's visible amusement and, but after a few minutes when she slowly felt her strength start to fade, he suddenly grunted, his penis twitching and pulsing several times between Penny's feet as something warm and sticky splashed over her feet and ankles, and Penny could vaguely see something milky white covering them.

However a moment later the man got up with a grin, pulling the chair away well out of reach as Penny renewed her efforts, wildly thrashing around as the noose kept mercilessly sapping her strength, her vision fast fading as her body kept growing numb. By this point she had long realized she was going to die here, even if her body continued its futile struggle, so when several minutes later Penny finally felt the last bit of strength leave her body, darkness closing in on her mind, she all but welcomed the release it offered.

As with a last gasp, more akin to a weak sob and a sigh, Penny finally went limp, the killer smiled at an other job done without a hitch, taking a moment to observe the girl's lightly swaying form, her face all but purple, frozen in sheer agony, before starting to clean up the crime scene. He couldn't fathom how a grown man somehow kept getting foiled by a ten-year-old, nor how any self-respecting adult would call himself 'Dr. Claw', but as long as he got paid, he wouldn't comment on it, that was unprofessional.