The models do a good job of acting afraid, but their facial expressions during the strangulation don't look very convincing. And strangling each girl takes about 1-1/2 minutes. I think you could strangle somebody unconscious in about that time, killing them would take 5-10 minutes. All told, not very convincing or satisfying. The one good thing is that some of the models managed a fairly good simulation of choking noises.
So, here is Damien's version of "Death Row":
Four young women kneel, naked, on a carpet. They are not tied, they just kneel there, waiting, their hands resting on their thighs.
A man walks into the room and announces, "It's time, girls. I'm going to do you from right to left, starting with Wilma. That will give the rest of you time to prepare yourselves."
Wilma, on the far left as seen by the audience, sits up as straight and tall as she can, and says, "I am ready, Master." The man loops a silk scarf around her neck, and as he slowly pulls it tight her last word is "Yesss," barely above a whisper, drawn out until the scarf cuts off further sound. She remains kneeling for several seconds, then begins to writhe and struggle, but her hands remain on her thighs. After a while, her fingers start to dig into her thigh muscles, then her hands curl into fists and she starts hitting the outsides of her thighs alternately. Eventually her hands go limp, but her chest muscles continue to strain for air and her back remains arched. And then, gradually, those muscles go limp too.
He lowers her gently onto her back, leaving the scarf draped loosely around her neck, and steps over to the second.
"Master, may I beg a last favor?"
"You may."
"Please, tie my hands."
"Don't trust your self-control?"
"No, Master."
He takes a length of rope and ties her hands behind her. Then he takes a second scarf and strangles her. Oddly, her nipples erect before she loses consciousness and remain erect until just before she dies.
He goes to the third and asks, "Do you want your hands tied?"
"Yes, if you please, Master."
And so he does. But in spite of her request, her struggles are much less violent than the first two, as if she is too busy thinking of something else to be bothered about something as minor as breathing.
Finally the last girl.
"What about you?" he asks.
"I don't think it will be necessary," she replies.
As he strangles her, her nipples erect and her hands clench. Then, as she starts to lose control, one hand goes between her legs and plays idly with her clit. The other hand caresses her breasts. She shudders in orgasm seconds before she loses consciousness, and continues to spasm occasionally until shortly before all her muscles go limp.
As the man stands up from behind the fourth woman, we can see a wet spot on his pants. He picks up a phone. "Disposal team to the [blue(*)] room. Give them proper burial, they have earned it." He puts down the phone and leaves the room.
(*) Or substitute some other adjective to describe the room, either by color scheme, distinctive furnishing, or some other way for the audience to see that he means the room where the action has just taken place.
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