here's my neck: the tangle box

I’m facing a wall; I’ve always liked to stare at walls, specially the ones with a fresh look. I start to feel a little cold on my back neck, it’s a thin wire motioned to the wall. It starts to turn around, making loops around my neck, then it returns to its original course and inserts into the wall.
A tug of the wire forces the free space around my neck to collapse, and compresses my anatomical architecture. I might be dead by suffocation and compression of the arteries. I don’t want to try to save myself, to use my hands in a useless effort. I’ll keep staring at the wall, and relax my posture.