Untitled Noose Game

Asphyxiation as Pleasure, this lightheadedness I treasure, as I feel the pressure from the leather, my breath is getting lesser, I will cease never as gravity pulls me ever nether. You pull, I push, my throat to the chafing of the rope. Cherishing the burn as it makes me squirm. Balancing on the edge of life and death, as I get light in my head. I don't really wanna die, just wanna flirt with the afterlife.