There was a moment when he thought things would be different.
The rope around his neck was tight and suffocating.
It perturbed him, swinging above the turned-over chair, feeling actual dizziness while twisting in circles.
He felt his bladder go, the heat of his urine drenching his jeans. An unceremonious passage of gas erupted from his rear. Now he mad.
Where was the dark blanket of death? The Grim Reaper with his scythe? How long was he supposed to hang here, a mockery of death?
Having no answer, he yawned. This was going to be one hell of a morning.
The rope around his neck was tight and suffocating.
It perturbed him, swinging above the turned-over chair, feeling actual dizziness while twisting in circles.
He felt his bladder go, the heat of his urine drenching his jeans. An unceremonious passage of gas erupted from his rear. Now he mad.
Where was the dark blanket of death? The Grim Reaper with his scythe? How long was he supposed to hang here, a mockery of death?
Having no answer, he yawned. This was going to be one hell of a morning.
