The air is damp and I can smell mud as I wake up. My vision is blurry and my throat is dry as paper. I try to cry out, but I can’t even make a sound. My lungs feel like they are on fire and with each exhale it seems shards of glass are tearing inside my chest. I look up, dazed, and its you. The man I kept seeing everywhere. The man who stared a little too long. I never should have smiled. I never should have indulged your perverted stare. But I did, and now I knew I had made the ultimate mistake.
You are staring down at my body, and I know I am naked because I can feel the wet air licking my nipples. Where are we? The light is dark green, and it appears you have blood on your mouth, but it appears black. I am certain my nose is broken, I cannot get any air through it and I can feel the sticky crushed wounds on my face. You tell me how beautiful I used to be, and how you are going to make sure I am never beautiful again.
Your accent tells me you are not from here. A sophisticated monster. Well mannered and controlled. You laugh at me and tell me that it will end for me tonight. Here, with you. You tell me a story of the French, and I lull in and out of conciousness trying to listen. Trying to understand. You tell me that you’re going to chop off my head and that I will still be alive to watch as you fuck my writing body. I don’t want to believe you, but you promise me that it will happen.
You pull a machete out of the fire, its blade glowing red from the heat of the coals. You pull my head up by my hair and look me in the eyes. With one swift motion you slice off my head. The sound resonates in my ears, so loud, and then total silence. But somehow I can still see you. I am at a different angle and can see my own decapitated body flopping on the steel table. You grab my body as it spasms, still holding my head by my hair, and shove your cock deep inside my pussy. I can’t believe what my concious mind is allowing me to watch. You look in my eyes as you fuck my wet hole. I can’t feel anything, I can only watch my body jerk with pleasure as blood pours out of my neck.
My vision starts to fade and slowly everything fades, the last thing I can see is you fucking what is left of me… my eyes glaze over.. and I am finally gone…
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