Louise in the cloisters of the noose sisters.
Added 2021-02-12 22:59:21 +0000 UTCLouise would take her evening walk through the cloisters enjoying the sight of each of the tightly bound, gagged and noosed acolytes as she passed by. She could see the same desire and fear in their eyes that had drawn her here so many years ago. The desire to be helpless, to give away all choice and to feel the noose tight around their necks. To balance upon the thine line between wanting to be free and the desire to be hanged. To feel the rope take the weight of your body around your neck. Your feet touch only empty air as you struggle bound tight. She smiled looking down at the rope in her left hand with its carefully wound noose. And she contemplated which lucky girl would swing from it tonight...
