There's a noose tied around my neck. I am standing on a gallows.

On my laptop screen, I am gorgeous, young, with huge firm breasts and flawless skin. And stone-cold naked. Master Doom, the current center of my universe, is dressed in full-black leather and holding the other end of the rope.

He is going to kill me. I start to rub my –

"Mommy!!!!"

"YES ALYSSA?"

"I need a drink!"

brb I type. I walk to the kitchen, fill a plastic glass one-third full of water. I bring it into her room and hand it to her.

She points to her nightstand. "Right there" she says in her bossiest little voice. So she's not thirsty, she woke up and can't get back to sleep. I set the glass down, sit next to her on her bed, and give her a hug. She hugs me back. Did you ever have the momentary feeling that your entire life was worthwhile? I kiss her forehead. She seems calmer. "Go to sleep, Alyssa."

"Yes mommy."

I leave, propping the door open about a foot so she gets a little light and knows I'm out here. That's usually enough for her to get back to sleep.

back I type. That small word fills me with dread. I reread it and my stomach turns to jelly. A noose is around the neck of my beautiful, helpless body, and I am at the mercy of Master Doom.

He pulls on the rope and I'm slowly raised into the air, the rope choking me. I kick my legs as I struggle to find something to stand on. I panic, trying to breath. He could kill me if he left me up here long enough.

But he's going to torture me first. Just before I black out, he lowers me to the ground. My legs start collapsing under me, but the rope is still around my neck, so I force my legs to hold me up straight and I take another gasping breath.

Master Doom adjusts the rope so I have to stand on tip toe to breathe. My calves are already screaming in pain.

"Did you like that, my little pain slut?"

"Yes Master Doom," I say obediently.

"And . . . "

"Could you please do that again?" He has trained me to be what he wants.

Master Doom tortures women on the internet. He fills me with fear, and he can make me feel like a speck of dirt. I – I just obey him. I do. Whatever he says. He completely controls me. Sorry Jerome, you're a great father and a great husband, you really are. You even make sex pleasurable for me, thanks. It's just . . . 

"Are you sure you want that, cunt?"

"Yes, Master."

Does he hate me? All women? He's just a sadist? I don't know. My calves hurt so much, I am standing tip-toe in real life for the moment and it really does hurt. He –

yanks on the rope, jerking me into the air, hanging me. As I swing back and forth, I struggle to pull the rope away from my neck, but I can't. I can't breathe. This might be the time he kills me.

An IM comes in.

That is so erotic. I type back, busy. tomorrow. I start rubbing my clit and the pleasure washes over me. My clit is so ready. On the screen, my legs are kicking madly, searching for a firm place to stand, finding only air.

It's a bright, sunny day and I'm being hung in a public square from a wood scaffolding. Anyone who walks by after I am dead will seen a naked, dead body, hanging up in the air from a single rope.

Being dead is the ultimate vulnerability. Anyone could touch me anywhere they wanted. Their hands on my dead flesh. They could cut the rope, my corpse would fall to the ground, and they could fuck me, their cock inside my dead body. I would never know. It wouldn't matter.

MasterChef Rathoud! What does he not understand about "busy"?

I stand up. This is Jerome's bowling night and a good opportunity to satisfy my, well, awkward need. I look in on Alyssa, who's asleep now. She looks so small and beautiful. I close her door and get my vibrator down from its hiding place. I give it a friendly kiss, walk back to my computer screen, and sit down. I'm quaking. You do not respond? You dare to ignore me?"

More dread. I look back in chat, that's the third time Master Doom has asked. I forgot to say I was leaving, I feel like such a stupid female, and now he's angry at me. I'm standing on tip toe, the rope still tight around my neck, Master Doom still holding on tightly to his end of the rope, ready to pull any second. "I'm sorry, Master, I couldn't talk, I was trying to breathe. I nearly died. I beg you, please stop hanging me." I take off my jeans, turn on my vibrator, and press it against my wet panties.

"You incompetent slut. You will learn what particular fate you are intended to suffer."

MasterDoom pulls hard on the rope, I yank into the air hard enough to break my neck. My legs are kicking. I can't breath.

I hold my breath and shift my vibrator to slightly different locations, finally holding it slightly lower.

I take a deep gasping breath in real life and press my vibrator into myself harder as Master Doom watches my legs stop kicking, I am racked with sexual need while Rathoud causally rattles on about cooking my flesh, I put my hand over my mouth so I don't wake Alyssa, Master Doom is prodding my lifeless body to make sure I am dead.

OH MY GOD YES OH MY GOD OH MY GOD YES OH MY GOD YES OH MY GOD YES YES YES OH MY GOD OH OH MY GOD YES OH MY GOD YES OH MY GOD YES OH MY GOD YES OH MY GOD YES OH MY GOD YES OH MY GOD YES

oh my god yes