The Casa/onthecorpse

After a fast second glance across the grounds you see nobody watching you. 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 desperately thrusting hips, your arm that is free of holding her mouth is desperately fondling her developing breasts and her slender legs and arms.

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