In vain hope of staying alive, her only choice was to prolong her suffering. She could not breathe. Each pull of the rope violently constrained her neck, as the monstrous cock dug through her insides and pushed all the air out of her lungs. Through tears, she struggled and tried to hold onto the rope. But it was useless. Although she could still feel the horrible pain running through her arms and fingers, she knew they were no longer there. One by one, her limbs had been chopped off by the monster that was slowly destroying her body for his amusement. Every time he mutilated her, he stopped to see her desperately crying in pain and begging for help, delighting in this brutal sight before calmly discarding the limb on the cold floor and moving on to the next one. Now, there was nothing with which to grasp the rope suffocating her, and even if by some miracle she was set free, she wouldn't be able to run away. There was a growing darkness encroaching in her vision. She was growing closer to falling unconscious. With each gasping breath that was sharply interrupted by the pull of the rope, the darkness crept in a bit closer. She knew that passing out would mean the end. As the beast would slaughter her as soon as she couldn't keep him entertained anymore. Her only aid against the growing dark were the blinding white ripples of pain that tore through her consciousness, as her violators cock ripped her body apart from the inside out. Though it was pointless, she kept screaming, kept crying, kept shaking, even if just to push the darkness away for one more fleeting moment. One more moment for something to happen, something to change. Some miracle to happen that could make this maddening nightmare go away. But with another pull of the rope, reality reaffirmed itself. Her entire torso trembled from shock and exhaustion, and a numbness began to take hold of her. She had lost too much blood. It took more and more effort just to stay awake. Time was running out. The movement of the killers hips was speeding up now, as he was enraptured in the perverse pleasure he felt from knowing his prey was nearing its demise. By now, she was no longer screaming for help, her voice was too weak for that. Instead, she hopelessly begged for mercy. Even with all of this pain and humiliation, as her mind cracked from the unspeakable cruelty that was being done to her, she still had to try and please him. Even now, with her life ruined. When all she had was being violated and bled dry, her future gutted and discarded, she had to scream out: "Please, I'll squeeze harder, I'll be a good girl!". And it was all for naught. There was never any hope. She should have chosen to die hours ago. She hadn't realized how lucky the woman beheaded next to her was. At least she went out quick. Instead, she tried bargaining for her life, tried to please this monster, to appeal to any humanity he could have had, to play his sick game. "Do better" he said. And she tried, she gave it her all. He gripped the rope harder for one more pull. This was her reward.