Barbara has been hanged by her neck for over fifteen minutes. Despite her resolve to die with dignity the noose has its own chore to carry out. Barb’s own body is forcing the rope to dig into her throat and its loop is slowly contracting about her neck. Her wrists bound behind her back not only prevents her hands from grabbing the noose, her wrists are rapidly being torn to bloody shreds as she tries to free them from the rope.
Her gyrations become more frantic as the loop tightens around her throat much to the delight of the crowd.
Messaline appears on the gallows’ deck next to Tree. She has ditched her dress that she worn during the three women’s hanging and has (barely) covered her body with Tree’s overcoat. As Barb thrashes hanged by the noose she casually says “It looks like that bitch will earn you your bonus.”
“I don’t do this for money” Tree blatantly lies. “Besides, You would look good hanging from that noose.”
“Maybe in a more private setting” Messa replies as she fingers her pussy.
‘At least she didn’t rule it out’ Tree thinks.
Barb has been hanged for twenty-five minutes. Her lips still move but even gasps do not pass. She is choking to death. Her legs become weak and her thrashing is slowing.
At twenty-seven minutes Barb spreads her legs and her bladder releases.
At twenty-nine minutes she twitches her last. Tree lights a Marlboro and inspects Barbara’s body.
“You lasted the longest, Barb” Tree sighs with admiration.