I am dead.
Or at least I think I am.
I definitely can’t move my body. And I know that my heart has stopped and that air is no longer leaving my mouth.
Yet I am still aware of my surroundings. Can feel my toned, ripped body pressing into the cold ground, separated only by a smooth, thin t-shirt wrapped around my young athletic torso tucked into my rough jeans. The right side of my face is resting on the floor, my eyes closed and my tongue slightly out.
I had only just left the bar, having drunk at least five beers and was on my way home. I had exited into the alleyway with my hands in my jacket pockets when I heard someone call my name. I saw a figure just at the entrance of the alleyway.
“Yeah?” I reply.
I don’t react fast enough when I hear someone ready a gun behind me. It fires.
“Ugh!” I cry. The impact of the bullet into my back causes my body to arch, puffing out my chest. Feeling myself stagger, I know that this is it. I fall to my knees, feeling dizzy and dazed, knowing that I’m going to black out soon, and never wake up again. As I continued to inadvertently show off my chest to my murderer, I tried to think of some memorable phrase before I laid down for the last time.
“Night night,” I murmur, before slumping into the ground, feeling my chest crash into the stone.
Terrific. I’m dead and my last words had to be that!
I hear my killers walking towards me, making sure that I have bought the yugo.
“Has he cashed out?” One of them asks.
I feel a foot lodged under my stomach as I’m rolled onto my back. I hand is cupped over the left side of my chest, where my heart should usually be beating against my rib cage.
“Yep,” He confirmed, “He’s gone to a better place!”
I hear them laughing over my death. A boot is pressed into my large chest. As he digs it in I can imagine my killer flexing over his victim, before kneeling into my body.
“You’re dead, kid,” he told me, patting my cheeks from side to side, “You’re not going home tonight!”
It started to rain. I felt the drops of water fall onto my lifeless body, filling my open mouth. I was rolled back onto the ground, into the wet stone. My arms are lifted as my jacket is stolen from me as well as my life, probably taken as a trophy. Rolled onto my back again I’m pulled up by my arms and hoisted over the killer’s shoulder. I can feel my abs pressing into his large shoulder. My limbs dangling over my killer’s body, I’m brought to a car, where I am slammed into the roof. I feel my killers tie each of my limbs to a different corner of the car, leaving me eagle-stretched, my tee even tighter on my body than before. As they drive, the rain stops, but now I feel the wind against my body, whipping my hair. I hear my killers cheer over my murder. When we stop, I’m untied and once again thrown over a shoulder. Taken in doors, my body is slammed against a table like a slab of meat. I can feel my killers’ gaze upon me, gasping, taking in my fit body for the first time. A hand grasped my abs. Fingers prod my bouncy pecs. My hair is stroked and my muscles clasped. Wet, warm lips press against my cold, dry ones. My flies are unzipped. A tongue snakes down my throat. My long, hard dick is taken out, squeezed and rubbed. My body is played like an instrument, drumming my abs and tapping my pecs. Eventually they decide to take my body upstairs, hands wrapped around my ankles and chest. I’m thrown onto the bed, bouncing once before settling. My t-shirt is slipped off. A hand is placed on my stomach again, and goes up to my chest, reaching my nipples, fingers circling them. Up and down, the fingers went over my body, caressed and kissed. Once I was naked, I felt my murderers making out above me, before having sex with me in between.
“Right then,” One of them said after they had enough, “Let’s put you with the others.”
Once I was redressed, including my jacket, arms come under my neck and knees and I’m lifted up, my limbs and head dangling. I’m taken down to the basement, where I’m placed onto the earth. I hear them digging a grave for me. A foot rolls me into the hole, where I land with a thud.
“Rest in peace, kid,” They tell me, as I’m covered and buried in dirt.
I feel them. The bodies of other victims beside me, who probably also suffered a similar fate. It’s quite peaceful here, deep underground and concealed by dirt. And so I sleep, resting with my grave mates, my fellow victims.
Or at least I think I am.
I definitely can’t move my body. And I know that my heart has stopped and that air is no longer leaving my mouth.
Yet I am still aware of my surroundings. Can feel my toned, ripped body pressing into the cold ground, separated only by a smooth, thin t-shirt wrapped around my young athletic torso tucked into my rough jeans. The right side of my face is resting on the floor, my eyes closed and my tongue slightly out.
I had only just left the bar, having drunk at least five beers and was on my way home. I had exited into the alleyway with my hands in my jacket pockets when I heard someone call my name. I saw a figure just at the entrance of the alleyway.
“Yeah?” I reply.
I don’t react fast enough when I hear someone ready a gun behind me. It fires.
“Ugh!” I cry. The impact of the bullet into my back causes my body to arch, puffing out my chest. Feeling myself stagger, I know that this is it. I fall to my knees, feeling dizzy and dazed, knowing that I’m going to black out soon, and never wake up again. As I continued to inadvertently show off my chest to my murderer, I tried to think of some memorable phrase before I laid down for the last time.
“Night night,” I murmur, before slumping into the ground, feeling my chest crash into the stone.
Terrific. I’m dead and my last words had to be that!
I hear my killers walking towards me, making sure that I have bought the yugo.
“Has he cashed out?” One of them asks.
I feel a foot lodged under my stomach as I’m rolled onto my back. I hand is cupped over the left side of my chest, where my heart should usually be beating against my rib cage.
“Yep,” He confirmed, “He’s gone to a better place!”
I hear them laughing over my death. A boot is pressed into my large chest. As he digs it in I can imagine my killer flexing over his victim, before kneeling into my body.
“You’re dead, kid,” he told me, patting my cheeks from side to side, “You’re not going home tonight!”
It started to rain. I felt the drops of water fall onto my lifeless body, filling my open mouth. I was rolled back onto the ground, into the wet stone. My arms are lifted as my jacket is stolen from me as well as my life, probably taken as a trophy. Rolled onto my back again I’m pulled up by my arms and hoisted over the killer’s shoulder. I can feel my abs pressing into his large shoulder. My limbs dangling over my killer’s body, I’m brought to a car, where I am slammed into the roof. I feel my killers tie each of my limbs to a different corner of the car, leaving me eagle-stretched, my tee even tighter on my body than before. As they drive, the rain stops, but now I feel the wind against my body, whipping my hair. I hear my killers cheer over my murder. When we stop, I’m untied and once again thrown over a shoulder. Taken in doors, my body is slammed against a table like a slab of meat. I can feel my killers’ gaze upon me, gasping, taking in my fit body for the first time. A hand grasped my abs. Fingers prod my bouncy pecs. My hair is stroked and my muscles clasped. Wet, warm lips press against my cold, dry ones. My flies are unzipped. A tongue snakes down my throat. My long, hard dick is taken out, squeezed and rubbed. My body is played like an instrument, drumming my abs and tapping my pecs. Eventually they decide to take my body upstairs, hands wrapped around my ankles and chest. I’m thrown onto the bed, bouncing once before settling. My t-shirt is slipped off. A hand is placed on my stomach again, and goes up to my chest, reaching my nipples, fingers circling them. Up and down, the fingers went over my body, caressed and kissed. Once I was naked, I felt my murderers making out above me, before having sex with me in between.
“Right then,” One of them said after they had enough, “Let’s put you with the others.”
Once I was redressed, including my jacket, arms come under my neck and knees and I’m lifted up, my limbs and head dangling. I’m taken down to the basement, where I’m placed onto the earth. I hear them digging a grave for me. A foot rolls me into the hole, where I land with a thud.
“Rest in peace, kid,” They tell me, as I’m covered and buried in dirt.
I feel them. The bodies of other victims beside me, who probably also suffered a similar fate. It’s quite peaceful here, deep underground and concealed by dirt. And so I sleep, resting with my grave mates, my fellow victims.
