The Hanging Game 1 (Patreon)

In a forgotten warehouse on the outskirts of a forgotten town a competitor has lost the hanging game. In penthouses and country estates exclusive clientele watch the pirate signal via satellite uplink, their tongues tipping through collagen injected lips, sipping champagne, fingers intertwined in the hair of high class call girls and mistresses, oral pleasure, Cohiba cigars, Italian leather, Chinese silk. She had dreamed of money and freedom and choices. Now she'll piss herself for their amusement. Enforcers stand by with cattle prods and shotguns. The phone lines are open. Betting on how long she'll kick and spin begins. Sixty seconds will get you 3:2. Five minutes pays twenty times over! No takers for that. The betting closes. The buzzer sounds. Time to dangle.