She walked into the room just as he was about to kick the chair out from under himself, the noose snug around his neck.
There was a long moment where they stared at each other, neither moving a muscle other than to breathe, ironically enough.
Eventually she spoke.
"You've tied that up wrong. You want a tighter drop so it snaps your neck quickly."
He stared for a few more seconds.
"That's how you talk to someone in this position?"
"Well you have to get down to fix it, don't you?"
He eventually got down, and never got back up.
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