Sharing the moment of the damned

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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