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Trekking out to Hangman's Falls is such a beautiful sojourn, you lose yourself in the moment and forget why you're here more than once, just to admire the scenery for a moment. Then your erection reminds you why you're here.
Black Rose.
Once you get to the lake at the bottom of Hangman's Falls, you start setting up your bullshit photoshoot. You have one light on a stand, not professional looking at all, but enough to fool someone from far away. You set your boombox and backpack down on the forest brush, and produce your Nycon camera and some vapid girly music from 106.9 KSLIP. You clear your throat and practice your faggot accent for Black Rose before she gets there.
When she arrives in her Toyota Corolla, she has a reservation or two, but after twenty minutes of snapping photos, she clearly thinks you're just a harmless hipster photographer who loves nature and kissing dudes. When you invite her to check out the "cave" behind the falls, she shrugs and says "No, I think I'm good... It's getting late, I think I'm gonna go home..."
As campy as can be, you shoot back, "Oh, c'mon sister!! It's AMAZE-BALLS in there, there's uh... Bioluminescent mushrooms and... Crystal formations!!"
Black Rose shoots a questioning eye at you. You hate her insipid attitude and irreverent spunkiness. You only barely retain the thin veneer of gaiety, and your hipster's newsboy hat is barely retained by your pulsing bald head. You finally urge her before she walks back to her car and leaves. "Let's just goOoOoOoOo!!!" You run ahead into the lake and splash her with the oddly warm water, tricking her into running after you. "These pictures will look FABULOUS, girl, come ON!!!!" You hate yourself you hate yourself you hate yourself. You're never talking like that again, you swear.
"Ugh, fine!! This better be worth it, you jerk!!!" Black Rose smiles her last genuine smile as she splashes you back. She slows down as she sloshes through the water into the corner. "Huh? Heyyy, there's no cave behind here, you flaming fairy faggot, what's the big fucking ide-AHHHHHHH!!!!!!?!!!??!!!!!!" You fist a clump of her hair and smash her delicate skin and facemeat against the wet, bluish-black rock behind Hangman's Falls. She throws her hands up to defend herself, but she's untrained, slow and frail. Next, you let go of her to shove her with both hands at the top of her back as she rebounds from the first hit, smacking her even harder into the rock as she loses balance and falls over. You stand over her, put one hand on her neck, and the other grabs another ball of dyed-jet-black hair. You kneel on her back and straddle her head under the water. She makes gasping and choking noises, resisting drowning with all her might, even though she was near-limp a second ago.
