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What had started out as a macabre act just for her to feel release had quickly gone wrong as the rope cut off blood to her brain. Her limbs had begun to move of their own accord, shaking erratically and not doing what she wanted to do. As she strived for another release and what came after the first her hand broke free of its grasp. No matter how hard she tried it wouldn't go where she wanted, and her legs would do the same to a lesser degree.
She wasn't trying to move her legs, but they were moving on their own. As the shaking grew worse her foot would kick at her only means of survival. She noticed this and at first thought it was fine, and that she could still reach it to lift herself alleviating the pressure. The problem was her limbs didn't do what she wanted and that realization became clear when she tried to reach for the box one last time only to knock it completely out of reach. Panic finally began to set in as she realized her mistakes and knew all too well what was to come.
It had already been over a minute and while it was just her weight pulling the rope right she also had been without air or a steady flow of blood to her brain for that long. It only takes two minutes without oxygen for your brain to take damage, and as time quickly approached that her vision began to fade. There were no stars as so many described and her vision simply blurred until it went dark. Her limbs reacted in much the same way going numb until she couldn't feel them anymore and everything else felt cold. Everything except for the aching between her legs that throbbed worse than she had ever felt.
It did not take long for it to end as the loss of blood to her brain quickly shut everything down. While her limbs still moved on their own it was her body trying to free itself of the situation more than anything. The last thing she felt before losing consciousness was that final release she had been seeking. It hit her harder than any previous time before and flooded what remained of her conscious brain with endorphins dulling everything. She would quickly pass out before asphyxiating completely. With nothing further felt or seen and only the void remained before her.
Story by me.
Please do not attempt anything I have written by yourself. Breathplay is dangerous even with supervision and damage to your throat can be deadly.
Lastly please go and check out Deermary's works. If you are into this kind of thing then their art is right up your alley.