The choice

She was bound in the corner.
Roped from head to toe.
Mouth gagged.
Eyes squeezed shut by a knotted piece of cloth around her head.
Her feet barely twitching in an effort to escape.
She was suffocating.
The tears from her eyes soaked through the fabric covering them.
Her throat offered a weak squeal.
Bound.
Silenced.
Dying.

She chose this.