“Don’t move! Keep your hands in the air!”

Your voice is dark and threatening. You walk up behind me.

“Ok. I got you. Put your hands behind your back.”

The cuffs are cold against my wrists. Your big hands start to search my body.

“What are you doing on my property, boy? Are you a burglar?”

“No sir!”

Your hands find my boobs. I moan...

“Hmh. You’re a girl?”

Your hands turn me around. You grab and lift my chin.

“Oh my, look at you! You’re quite the little sweetheart, aren’t you!”

You are a head and a half taller than me. With your big beard you remind me a little of my grandfather.

“Does anyone know you’re here?”

I shake my head, looking at the ground.

“Not your parents? No friends?”

“N-no sir. No one".

You whistle and look a little thoughtful. I’m totally at your mercy.

“You know what we do with trespassers around here, girl?”

“No, sir...”

You smile and put your big hands on my slender shoulders.

“Please don’t tell my parents, sir! Please!”

“I won’t tell your parents, girl. Trust me.”

You grab my arm and lead me deeper into your grand garden. It is beautiful; scents of roses, strawberry, and others I don't recognize awaken strange feelings in me that I didn’t know that I harboured.

“Is all this yours, sir?”

You’re determined, and with a firm grip around my arm I have no choice but to follow.

“This manor has been in my family for six hundred years. And for all that time, we have maintained our strict traditions. Our laws are absolute when it comes to correcting offences against our property. In the old days, we had a fine oak gallows over there.”

You point with your free hand.

“These days we just have to use trees.”

You lead me towards a giant tree in the middle of the big garden. By the base of the tree there’s a two-step wooden stool. Above it a fine thick white rope with a loop at the end.

“Step up, girl. This one’s for you.”

I hesitate. I remember vaguely having seen something like this on the telly once...

“Go on.”

Your command and strong hands make me automatically take the first step. And then the last.

“Good girl.”

The noose is slid gently over my head and tightened right above my larynx.

“Does that feel all right, girl?”

I nod nervously.

“What will happen now, sir?”

You smile.

“Why, I will hang you.”

And so the ground is taken away from under me.

The first seconds I am paralyzed, astonished by the incredible pain of the burning rope. Then I try to escape. You love every little move I make trying to free my arms from the cuffs, making my slender shoulders move in a beautiful little dance. My braid softly whips my naked shoulder. I make a few tentative kicks. You move closer. With a pair of heavy hands on my shoulders, you whisper comforting words in my ear while you stretch my slender neck. The noose is so incredibly tight... The branch bows, and for a moment and I can feel ground under my bare feet.

“That’s it... You are being hanged now, girl... Strung up good in my tree. This is where little trespassers like you belong, you know. Rest in my tree now.”

I calm down.

“Good girl.”

Your hands let go of me and I pee a little as my body is lifted slightly and I bounce slowly up and down.



Thanks to editor MephMarwood