The hanging. Slow.

Horrible death.

Little by little, the stool goes down. Little by little the feet lose their support but they look for it.

While the nose is slowly tightening, the mouth despairingly opens, trying to catch air.

Instinctively, the body fidgets: chained hands try to untie the knot; legs are jolting, searching a disappeared support.

In vain .

These uncontrolled movements last... an eternity.

Sight becomes blurred, darkens; lungs are burning with the lack of air then all things seem to disappear. Now the body is gently swinging, moved by the inertia of the fighting of despair.

Suddenly, body is shaken by the last spasm. It empties.

I am dead...

...

An awful racket pierces my lethargic mind. They are laughing!

Then the inferno of the electrical gun pined on my womb, nerve after nerve, comes to my nearly unconscious brain.

Anew I'm alive.

And I know they are going to hang me again !