veryblah214
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Stupid guy. He loved the feeling of hypoxia. It was almost like an addiction.
He'd done it plenty of times before, constantly pushing himself closer and closer to unconsciousness.
As he gets more lightheaded his breathing becomes more panicked. He pulls the bag tight against his face as his body begins uncontrollable convulsing, refusing to give up and rip the bag off.
Confusion slips in. Euphoria. Contentedness. In the back of his mind, he knows he's gone too far this time. It's too late.
Gone.
His roommate gets home not long after. He removes the bag and checks for a pulse, but there's nothing.
The body isn't stiff yet. He straightens the legs and places the arms at the sides of his roomie's reposed body before calling 911.
***I've had a lot of requests for un-blurred images, but I'm simply not willing to take that risk. If I get to know somebody and they have personal pics to share, I would consider it, but that's the only way. Hope you guys understand.
He'd done it plenty of times before, constantly pushing himself closer and closer to unconsciousness.
As he gets more lightheaded his breathing becomes more panicked. He pulls the bag tight against his face as his body begins uncontrollable convulsing, refusing to give up and rip the bag off.
Confusion slips in. Euphoria. Contentedness. In the back of his mind, he knows he's gone too far this time. It's too late.
Gone.
His roommate gets home not long after. He removes the bag and checks for a pulse, but there's nothing.
The body isn't stiff yet. He straightens the legs and places the arms at the sides of his roomie's reposed body before calling 911.
***I've had a lot of requests for un-blurred images, but I'm simply not willing to take that risk. If I get to know somebody and they have personal pics to share, I would consider it, but that's the only way. Hope you guys understand.
