You fall to your knees, paw instinctively grasping at your chest. It's wet, and your trembling. You're scared to look. Slowly, cautiously, you pull your paw into your line of sight and see exactly what you were dreading-- red. Fear hormones start to flood you. A scream rips from your lungs, beyond your control.


Strong hands grab your wrists, pulling them above your head. You struggle but strength is fading as life escapes you. They're able to grab both wrists in one hand now, and another pair of hands is gagging you with a cloth-- a bandana maybe? You'd look if you weren't struggling to breathe. Your thrashing is all you can think of, not noticing that your legs have been tied up with a harsh rope.


With your limbs out of service, the masked men drag you along. Their eyes covered with sunglasses, their hair obscured by ten gallon hats, their face blocked by bandanas. They're clad in leather, and a group of three. Too many for you to overpower. And one of them is holding something truly sinister. Your eyes begin to water, you shake your head, and you unleash a muffled cry for help as you see their true intent-- to lynch you.


Your heels dig into the dirt as you try to steel yourself, stop them from taking you. But it's no use. 3-on-1, you have a better chance of dropping dead right now. Your vision is fading. You topple to the ground, but they just keep pulling you along. It hurts... Time is an illusion. Has it been seconds or minutes? All you can tell is that your surroundings have become more hidden. On all sides are trees and the sound of wind. They're talking amongst each other but you can't make out the words.


Another harsh rope finally drapes over your neck, yanked perilously tight. You can breathe, but just a little. Then something jostles your leg binds. And now you're flying!


You're hanging from your neck and your ankles. Your eyes bolt open, your head almost locked in place. Please! No, someone help! It'd help if you could scream, maybe. There's no telling where the next nearest person is, and all you see are these rabid assholes leaving you. They're not even watching your demise, instead letting you suffer for the sake of suffering. You pull with all your might on your binds, but nothing. Your body trembles in a way you've never felt. It begs not to die. It begs for something... Air. A strangled hacking comes from your throat. Drool almost pours from the corners of your mouth. Even your tongue is fighting for something, anything. But as you give pathetic wiggles, and your tail tucks between your legs, it's no use. You feel the world fading. It's painful...


...


You're shocked back to reality, fighting with a renewed vigor. Every last bit of oxygen in your blood is going towards this final fight. Your body feels more sensitive than ever. Just your nipples pressing against the fabric of your shirt feels amazing. You're feeling something between your legs. It's heating up. It feels like a V8 engine is revved up at full power. You feel like you gasp, tongue long and outstretched, drool dripping down your chin. What feels like the end is actually a climax of pleasure beyond your imagination. Pump after pump escapes you. You paint the ground and your girlish panties. It's a waterfall of love as your eyes begin to droop again. But...


...


This is the end for you, isn't it?


...


One more tremor.


...


...


Your body sits still, hovering in the air, only moved by the wind. But nobody comes by to cut you down.


Your eyes stay open, just barely. You're staring at a necklace that fell from your neck, with a picture of your and your best friend.


Hopefully she doesn't suffer the same fate.