She knew the dark path awaited. Her fate was sealed. 
A rope appeared around her neck suddenly. The game began. 
Dont scratch your neck they whispered. Her struggle was futile. 
The coarse rope bit into her skin. Torture by hanging was starting. 
Lifted from the ground she gasped. Gravity her enemy. 
Her body swayed a silent dance. This execution fantasy unfolded. 
The rope around her neck tightened further. Despair filled her eyes. 
Every inch of slack vanished. A chilling dark dream played out. 
She sought a last refuge. But none was found. 
Her strength waned quickly. The end was near. 
The final act commenced. An unforgettable execution. 
Her eyes fluttered closed. The silence was deafening. 
This was her fate in the dark realm. No escape from the rope. 
Stillness descended upon her. A grim peace. 
Some seek a loan for an apartment. Others pay a different price. 
Her voice silenced forever. A willing submission. 
A curious girl became a journalist. Her story ended here. 
The fate of a brave journalist. A cruel world indeed. 
Another soul trapped. Another victim of this dark desire. 
These practice lessons prepared her. For the ultimate sacrifice. 