Kathy was waiting for this.<em>Oh my god, they are going to hang me by the neck until I'm dead!</em>She said, in the privicy of her own thoughts.<em>What have I done!</em>She felt the colour drain from her face at the thought. She imagined her own corpse, bloated and decaying, dangling from a gibbet and the bile rose in her belly.<br/><br/>She suppressed the nasty little thought about it being a neat trick, because to allow it would break the feeling of nausea and shock she was cultivating. "K... Killed? How..? I ... I mean, why? Oh, poor Landy Sandra... Oh my, I swear I feel quite..." Actually, the mental image of crows pecking out her own eyeballs had been just a little too much and she gulped, swallowing back her nausea. "Oh dear!" She managed to mumble.