Single White Psycopath Seeks Same - Plot & Excerpts
Hours?My eyes flew open and took in only darkness.Calm down! Forget being calm! I’m buried alive with a rotting dead guy! I began to scream.If you don’t control yourself, you’ll run out of oxygen! Do I even WANT to stay alive down here? The stench was so awful that I could barely breathe. I pushed up on the lid, knowing fully well that it wasn’t going to open. The corpse’s ribs had broken away and I’d sunk into it deeply enough that I could feel its spinal column digging into my back.And I could still feel its screaming mouth against my neck. I stopped pushing on the lid and brushed off the writhing maggots that were crawling up onto my stomach.The coffin felt like it was shrinking around me, becoming smaller and smaller until it crushed me to death.It was only my imagination, of course, but I also thought I could hear the corpse—Wesley—laughing at me, ready to bite down on my neck and rip out a huge mouthful of flesh.“ We’re gonna die together Andrew, you and me together forever so let’s make the most of it, shall we Andrew?
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