“Go ahead, just do it. I know you want to this as much as I want you to do to me. After all, with this noose already around my throat and my wrists shackled securely behind
my back, I’m at your mercy, not that I want any. So, go ahead and push the up button, why deny yourself a little amusement at my fatal expense?”
It’s ironic really. The last twenty-three minutes of Tara’s life turned out to be painful and brutally unpleasant, but by the end I think she actually enjoyed it more than I did...