She ties a noose around her neck and jumps off the chair, her body jerking and spasming as she rough gagging on her own breath. The rope tightens, cutting off her air supply, and she feels herself slipping away. She struggles against the noose, her fingers clawing at her throat, but it's too late. She's dead. The noose has done its job. Her body hangs limp, swinging back and forth, as her bloodshot eyes stare blankly into space hot saliva in body sloppy and spiting