There’re times when you think you might die, then there’s that moment when you just know. Like when one drifts into consciousness to find limbs bound and a noose being slid into place. There’re only two responses, struggle or acceptance, but the result is still a long drop to hell. I let my legs collapse under me then thrust up, my shoulder snapping the guy’s mouth shut. Using the tension in the rope I kicked his legs out from under him, then jumped and landed on his neck. His snapped, mine choked, and we shared the moment of the damned.
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Oh, that's intense, Rob. I'd love to know who those people are, and how they ended up that way.
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