Nightmares are supposed to end, aren't they? So, why haven't I waken up?
I'm trapped is some nightmarish dream, one that never seems to end. And although some of the details change each time, the nightmare always begins the same way.
I'm walking, naked and alone, across some vast endless plain, lost in impenetrable fog shrouded darkness. The cold damp air sending ominous chills of foreboding coursing through my naked chilled flesh. And then, just as I'm just about to give up hope, through the dense wind swept fog I see a faint glow of light in the distance. Somehow, despite the feelings of ominous dread sending chills down my spine, I feel an irresistible urge to walk toward the light.

Then, when I finally reach the edge of the light, unimagined horror that waits threatens to overwhelm my mind. And despite my overwhelming sense of terror I find myself moving irresistibly forward through the last vestiges of wind swept fog. I know that it's impossible, but it like I'm being compelled by some dark and malevolent f***e, compelled to step out into the light and leave the cold concealing darkness behind.
As I step fully out into the light it's as if some malevolently evil has been silently awaiting my arrival and takes control of my body. Walking silently forward in terror I watch as the grim looking executioner reaches up to check the ominously dangling noose. Then there is a brief and intensely overwhelming flash of bright light and the scene of impending horror comes to life before me. Only in that final moment, as I approach the gallows, do I realize that some malevolent f***e has once again chosen my wardrobe.

But regardless of my attire, the waiting executioner is without pity. Without saying a word he locks the handcuffs painfully tight around my wrists and clinches the noose around my slender throat. Then without warning, the rope pulls taunt.
The executioner toys with me, tightening the rope just enough to lift the tall heels of my shoes off the ground. But even that act of cruelty is short lived as the executioner continues to tighten the rope until even my toes no longer touch the ground. The executioner continues to lift me higher until he's sure that the ground is forever beyond the reach of my toes. Then in the midst of unimagined torment I hear him walking off into the darkness.

There is no possibility of escape, only pain. Regardless of my struggles there is nothing I can do to shorten my brutal torment. Perhaps because of my sins I'm fated to die this way, again and again until the end of time.
As time passes the taunt noose is slowly and inescapably tighter around my throat, each breath, once painful, has become an unimaginably agonizing struggle for survival. I know the end is near but I still fear it, even now.

In the end, as always, the inescapable f***e of gravity wins, the rope tightens until it finally cuts off the oxygen supply to my brain and I die an erotically picturesque death. And this obscene cycle of agonizing death begins once again.
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Once again I stand at the edge of the light. I can feel the damp chill of the fog swirling around my hips even as I stare into the light at the horror that waits. But somehow, deep down, I know there is no hope of escape. Like so many times in the past, I will be compelled to walk into the light, to stand beneath the executioner's noose, to wait meekly subservient as the executioner locks the handcuffs painfully tight around my wrists, only to once again die without hope.
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The Dark fog is oddly comforting although I know that in just a few moments I will be compelled to walk forward into the light where I will endure a slow and agonizing death by hanging. Even as I feel the first twinges of the urge to walk calmly toward my death I wonder once again why?
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Can there be no escape?
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This can't be happening.
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Have I died and is this truly Hell.
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Have I died and is this truly Hell.
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(Meanwhile far above an unsuspecting earth...)

"Noble fleet commander, I believe this is the planet we've sought.
Unlikely as it may at first seem, extensive testing has confirmed that this human female has the latent suppressed emotional and mental characteristics of a pure masochistic submissive.
While we've insured that she remains u*********s, we've subjected her unsuspecting human mind to the brutal experience of being hung until death for more than 10,000 times. Surprisingly, it appears that her primitive mind is fully capable of converting the horror of her repeated brutal deaths into what we suspect is a totally unsuspected latent masochistically erotic fantasy of total and utter submissiveness.
If these readings are correct, in time this human female's darkly submissive nightmares will completely overwhelm her predisposed fear of death and remake her into the ultimate expression of a snuff toy.
Using her emotional mental pattern as a guide we've calculated that we can harvest an additional 130.623 million human females that will meet our stringent training criteria from this planet's population. Do you wish us to proceed?"

"Harvest master, you have my authorization to begin the harvest of unsuspecting human females. Perhaps in light of the need to explore the extent of our new toy's submissiveness we should take this one to the next level. After she's completed the "Just Enough" program, see how she does with "A Single Thrust of the Sword"."