The Casa/onthecorpse

After a fast second glance across the grounds you see that you are unwatched. You snatch the girl and drag her back through the door into the kitchen.

You intend on throwing her on top of the old mans dead body and devouring her, but as soon as you wrapped your arms around her your mind reeled with her softness, her warmth, her smallness. As the door closes behind you, you wish to simply hold her for a time. Her tender skin, the thin fabric of her short dress, her unspeakable girlish essence. This has been your dream for so long and now you hold it in your arms.

Meanwhile, however, she has noticed the corpse that is lying on the floor and after a moment of shocked confusion, has erupted in blood-thinning screams.

You place your hand over her mouth and tackle her to the ground. Her body is pressed between the lifeless body of her master, and your mindlessly thrusting hips, your arm that is free of holding her mouth is desperately fondling her developing breasts and her slender legs and arms.

You as close as ever to real satisfaction, but you are still frustrated. The girls screams might be heard and muffling them with your hand is an unwanted burden in this should-be sublime moment. You watch as your free hand wraps around the child's neck. The tips of your fingers touch when you squeeze her windpipe shut. The feeling of her smallness overwhelms all your senses. She even smells powerless.

You don't intend to kill her, only to bring her past resisting to a place between life-and-death. You remove your hand from her mouth and see that her nose is bleeding. Her eyes are watering and her mouth is making desperate gulps. You are beginning to comprehend your total power over her. Her hands frantically try to peel back your fingers, it feels like a deep soul tickle, the feeling fills you with lust on top of lust.

In your rapture you did not notice the door open soundlessly, nor did you hear the spiked hammer moving through the air towards your head.

YOU HAVE DIED