The closet door was wide open. She had somehow tied a leather belt around both her throat and the crossbeam, and this time the crossbeam hadn't jumped out of the grooves. This time she had probably woken up dangling in her own death trap, her body too weak to stand up at this point, her legs just helplessly flailing about during the last seconds, thinking that she had to live at any cost.
They killed her. They had legally killed her.
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