“No….” I whispered as I stared at the evil thing. There was an elongated loop that emerged from the many tightly wrapped coils above it. It was designed to kill people – bad people, not me.
“Yes, little man. This morning I’m going to hang you.”
“Please, Master. No. Don’t hang me. I don’t want to die. Trade me to the Arabs, sell me to the most evil sadist that you know, but please don’t kill me. I’ve done everything for you, Master. Please,” I cried. “I don’t want to die. And I love you so much.”
“No… no… little man. I won’t let you die. I’m not going to kill you. I love you too.”
“Then why are you going to hang me?”
My sobbing continued as he explained. “I’m going to give you the best orgasm that there is. Have you ever heard of autoerotic asphyxia?”
“No.”
“Sure you have. Sometimes
