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She had watched the last one slowly hang while her own body was bound painfully tight. Her mouth filled with the large red ball gag and the reality of the noose now pulled tight around her own neck sank in. She only had the time to realize the other had stopped in her struggles before she too felt herself lifted off the ground. The noose constricting as it took all of her weight by her neck. She tried to struggle but it was hopeless, everything was just too tight. Blood pounding in her head and face as she kicked and felt the noose tighten even more. Then slowly as she hanged her face grew cold. Her chest heaved desperate to draw in some air but her throat was almost closed tight. The neck corset was stopping the last inch of strangulation and her eyes watered as it dawned upon her there was going to be no end. That she was in fact going to hang like this, helpless and choking until they cut her down. If they ever did......

Louise loved her evening walks through the temples cloisters. The warmth of the days sun still radiating from the stone. The hum of the bees among the cloisters flower beds. The creak of the tightly bound latex contoured bodies of the acolytes in their niches. Each once was perched on a pedestal a noose pulled tight and taught around their necks. The pedestals would slide into the floor with just a touch of a button next to each alcove. She paused to admire Kate who had been there all day and let he finger caress the button for that location. Kates eyes widened seeing this and Louise smiled as she saw the range of emotions play with her. She wanted to be free, she wanted to be bound gagged and  noosed. And deep down in the darkest corner of her self, she wanted the pedestal to slide down and to hang.