Due to formatting and the length of the story, [it is hosted on google docs](https://docs.google.com/document/d/1glWX6y3bsXZabM3Q6WTa71r2mw_6wXoekcCuZPIZ7Kg/edit?usp=sharing).
Per the rules, here is an excerpt:
“This will be the last time we see each other,” he said to me. I could only nod. “Do you have anything you wish to say?”
I shook my head violently, squeezing my eyes shut. I had stayed in control this long. I couldn’t break now. I shook my head again, slower this time- but the tears could not be denied, and sobs wracked my bound body. I started to fall forward, to my knees, but Victor was there. Once again, he had his arms around me, stopping me from falling. I had fallen for him when we first met; I had fallen for him when we kissed. I fell for him now; and each time he had caught me.
In a few moments, I would fall for him one last time.
He said nothing as I sobbed and shuddered against him, tears staining the silk of his jacket. He held me, ran his hands through my hair. He made sounds of wordless encouragement until the worst of the fit passed. When at last I was able to remain upright under my own power, he released me and looked at me with a sad smile.
“I will truly miss you,” he said. “But I will forever remember this day. You are so brave…”
*One person in this room is about to go to the gallows*, I thought to myself. *And the other is terrified of what they’re about to lose…*
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/eup7xs/dancer_a_story_of_just_how_far_one_woman_will_go