Rope
Rope, it’s used to tie thing’s, I don’t think people is one
You tied me up, I never asked for you to do this.
I see you're tieing another rope, it hangs from the ceiling.
Are you gonna hang me? Am I gonna die?
I got hanged, You are a MONSTER!
A HORRIBLE PERSON!
And I can no longer move, I have died, I am dead.
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