Final Stand
Reaching down into the box, you fight the desire the retch as you take hold of the thing's legs. You don't know what infernal mechanism keeps them alive, but the body of the women is ice cold.
Making your way toward the stairs, you take a short breather before beginning to make the climb. You think that you must know what the executioner's assistant must have thought during the French Revolution, the easy part is dropping the blade. Dragging bodies is tough work.
Mounting the steps backward, you begin to hoist the woman by the legs one stair step at a time. As you begin to hoist her onto the third step, her black dress falls open over her left leg, revealing a beautiful, albiet ghostly white leg.
A sudden flare of desire erupts within you. It has been well over a year and half since you have felt the intimcy of a women, a it is hard to fight down the primal emotion for female contact.
Biting on a sudden pang of anger at the bitter irony of having the body of women but not the company of a human soul, you rapidly pull the women's body up the remainder of the steps, careless of the thudding of her head as it bounces on the wooden steps.
As you reach the surface, the woman moans lightly. Slight concern awakens your knowledge of necessary haste; while the women may be asleep, the faint light that touches her body has already caused her body to smoke faintly. What you think of as the smell of burnt pig wafts up from her body to greet your nose.
"This is it damn you!" you yell as you pull her body rapidly toward the entrance. Shoulder first into the door, you drag her body into the full light of the afternoon sun.
Heavy smoke begins to erupt from her body, and her arms and body begin to flail in something resembling a childs tantrim, as her convulsions begin to lift her body reapeatedly off the ground.
Suddenly, a scream erupts from her mouth.
Once when you were a boy, you watched as a clearly developmentally disabled man tripped and fell forward over a cement parking divider. He began to sob, and shortly thereafter began to wail. The sound of his wailing chilled your blood, as that it was the sound of someone not in charge of every faculty that he should have been granted by God. This woman's screams gives you the same chilling feeling.
Suddenly, her screaming stops as her body bursts into flames, and within a few minutes only a few unidentifiable hot cinders and the burning pig smell remain to haunt you.
Not a religious man, you still cross yourself and offer a small prayer for whatever may have remained of her that was human. If anything human was left of her before she became a mockery of humanity, you hope that she may have found peace.
Turning away, you consider what you should do now. The sun hangs low in the western sky.
Will you:
Making your way toward the stairs, you take a short breather before beginning to make the climb. You think that you must know what the executioner's assistant must have thought during the French Revolution, the easy part is dropping the blade. Dragging bodies is tough work.
Mounting the steps backward, you begin to hoist the woman by the legs one stair step at a time. As you begin to hoist her onto the third step, her black dress falls open over her left leg, revealing a beautiful, albiet ghostly white leg.
A sudden flare of desire erupts within you. It has been well over a year and half since you have felt the intimcy of a women, a it is hard to fight down the primal emotion for female contact.
Biting on a sudden pang of anger at the bitter irony of having the body of women but not the company of a human soul, you rapidly pull the women's body up the remainder of the steps, careless of the thudding of her head as it bounces on the wooden steps.
As you reach the surface, the woman moans lightly. Slight concern awakens your knowledge of necessary haste; while the women may be asleep, the faint light that touches her body has already caused her body to smoke faintly. What you think of as the smell of burnt pig wafts up from her body to greet your nose.
"This is it damn you!" you yell as you pull her body rapidly toward the entrance. Shoulder first into the door, you drag her body into the full light of the afternoon sun.
Heavy smoke begins to erupt from her body, and her arms and body begin to flail in something resembling a childs tantrim, as her convulsions begin to lift her body reapeatedly off the ground.
Suddenly, a scream erupts from her mouth.
Once when you were a boy, you watched as a clearly developmentally disabled man tripped and fell forward over a cement parking divider. He began to sob, and shortly thereafter began to wail. The sound of his wailing chilled your blood, as that it was the sound of someone not in charge of every faculty that he should have been granted by God. This woman's screams gives you the same chilling feeling.
Suddenly, her screaming stops as her body bursts into flames, and within a few minutes only a few unidentifiable hot cinders and the burning pig smell remain to haunt you.
Not a religious man, you still cross yourself and offer a small prayer for whatever may have remained of her that was human. If anything human was left of her before she became a mockery of humanity, you hope that she may have found peace.
Turning away, you consider what you should do now. The sun hangs low in the western sky.
Will you:
