I hesitantly take a step forward going into free fall, but the moment noose catches me I instantly regret it. It feels like a burning coal is forced into my throat. I kick the air around trying to find anything to cling on, trying to escape unavoidable. My body is being pulled apart, ears are ringing, head is about to pop. My futile struggles drains all my strengh, leaving only despair. Then why…

Why is my hand reaching between my legs?

I have no choise but dissolve in my newfound pleasure. Or perhaps, this was intention from the very beginning.

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Welcome back, gurochan, I guess