[Whipbinder] Gagging with cotton socks, strangling the neck with stockings, Witch Punishment Record 2 "suffocated" on the way home

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Continuing from *Chronicles of the Witch's Punishment 1*: The former witch, having lost all her magical power due to the betrayal of her most trusted lieutenant, was reduced to an ordinary human with no abilities; she was forced to live in hiding within an old apartment complex, keeping her identity secret.

Act I—Confinement (Approx. 10 minutes):

At dusk, as Ling returned to the apartment hallway, a thief named A-Jie ambushed her from behind, clamping a hand over her mouth. Instinctively, Ling tried to summon her magic, but not even a single spark ignited in her palm—she had forgotten that she was no longer a witch.

She fought back frantically using purely human means—elbowing, kicking, and screaming—but her physical strength was limited; A-Jie dragged her into the apartment and strapped her to a chair.

The witch gritted her teeth, but A-Jie pinched her nose to force her mouth open, stuffing a cloth wad inside and sealing it with tape. When she spat it out, A-Jie shoved a thick sock into her mouth and sealed it shut with layers of yellow tape. She writhed wildly in the chair, only to be met with even tighter restraints—black tape covered her mouth, zip ties cinched it shut, and her hands and feet were bound with multiple layers of reinforcement. She let out a whimper of humiliation as tears blurred her vision. Act II — Strangulation and Desecration

Growing weary of her resistance, A-Jie took out a pair of black stockings, looped them around her neck, and slowly tightened his grip. Ling felt death closing in; her pupils contracted sharply, and a dying, rasping sound escaped her throat. This time, there was no final surge of life.

—She was dead.

A-Jie released his hold; after confirming that her breathing had ceased, he lifted her body and laid it upon the bed.

For the next ten minutes, he proceeded to toy at will with the unresisting form: manipulating her head and neck, bending her limbs, and lifting the hem of her clothing to inspect her, repeatedly adjusting her pose as if she were a prized personal artifact. He brushed aside the disheveled hair from her forehead and studied that once-haughty face, a satisfied smile curling the corners of his mouth.

Finally, he stepped back, gazing at the woman frozen in that tableau, a cold, twisted smile playing on his lips.

Outside the window, the sky was gloomy. On the bed, the enchantress’s eyes remained half-open, staring vacantly at the ceiling. The sorceress who had once commanded the shadows was now nothing more than a corpse, left to be manipulated at another’s whim.