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Noose

WARNINGS: Hanging, strong language, mentions of torture, violence

[B] slid the noose around [A] neck, and pulled it tight.
"You know you deserve to die, don't you?"
[A] turned his beaten, scrawny face towards [B], and looked at him with bloodshot eyes. "Do I?"
[B] kicked the stool. [A] began to swing, choking and flailing. He grabbed at his neck.

"Honestly, [A], I could watch you like this all day," [B] said casually. "I love seeing this kind of fear in your eyes."
[A] glared at [B] gasping at him for help. His vision began to grow spotty, and he began to feel faint. He knew he didn't have much longer.

[B] stepped towards him. He grabbed [A]'s hair and yanked him up. [A] gasped for breath. His scalp was screaming in pain, but it didn't matter to him. He stared at [B] curiously.
He choked a question that was barely audible: "Why didn't you kill me?"
[B] answered quickly. "Because torturing you is too goddamn fun.

He took the noose from around [A]'s head and flung him to the ground. He left him on the floor, still coughing and gasping for breath.