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| The stiffness and heft of the heavy hemp rope weighed heavily on her body and spirit. | ||
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| The rope was rough and utterly unyielding as it bound her
erect, not like the smooth white cord that I normally use. With only a single
coil it constricted her rib cage, preventing her lungs from expanding fully.
Perhaps for that reason, she was surprisingly quiet as I worked nearby.
Or perhaps it was that with even the smallest movement the rope bit into
her and punished her for the transgression.
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Though absorbed in my work, I watched her closely as her head dropped lower and lower. I took her down as she drifted into unconsciousness. |
