(repost)
She was escorted into the room, only to see a small coffin lying on the floor. Instantly her eyes flew open in terror. “NO!” she cried out. “PLEASE DON‘T KILL ME!”
“Shut up, bitch!” she heard the man say next to her as three others of her male escorts raised a trio of nasty looking revolvers and pointed them at her. Instantly she went silent, whimpering in terror.
“The coffin or the bullets, my dear?” he asked her quietly.
Ohgawd…
Given the choice between immediate death by bloody gunfire or a prolonged lifespan she easily made her choice. “The c – coffin!” she stammered, wondering how much time she had left to live.
“Then climb in,” he told her. “I will brook no delays or we will make the choice for you.”
Ohmygawd…
Reluctantly she stepped inside and began lowering herself down into it. What disturbed her was the large number of holes that had been cut into the bottom and the sides of the wooden box.
‘Why all the holes?’ she asked herself. ‘What are they going to do to me… bury me alive?? Are worms going to crawl in with me and chew on my flesh??? Gawd! At least have the decency to seal me in here so nothing comes in with me!!’ She shivered at the thought of her flesh being picked clean by all the scavengers of the underground insect world.
She whimpered as she lowered herself into the coffin. She had to lie on her side because the damned thing wasn’t quite long enough for her to stretch out in and that bothered her. However she suspected that the men standing around her with their guns drawn were not concerned with her comfort inside the box.
When she was settled into the floor of the coffin the men proceeded to connect four cables to the metal rings that were attached on either side of her wooden coffin. She saw them come down from some sort of pulley system in the ceiling above her and she trembled with fear, wondering what their purpose was for. Something told her she was going to find out soon enough and once more she shivered in terror.
“Very good,” that familiar voice said to her after they were done and she saw him bend down and look over her. “I think those tits of yours need to be exposed, my dear,” he said sadistically. “Don’t you think so? I think you‘ll enjoy your ordeal a whole lot more if they are. Here; let me help you.” …and with that he reached down toward her.
NOOOOOOO!
She inhaled sharply, instinctively shrinking from him as he reached in and grabbed her white blouse. Then he pulled hard in opposite directions, popping several buttons as he tore it open. Then he smiled satisfactorily with a “There; that’s MUCH better.” Then he rose up and looked down upon her.
She shivered as she looked up at him, her body quivering in fear and arousal at the deadly predicament she found herself in. Her nipples were strangely hard and her heart hammered loudly in her chest as her breasts heaved in terror. For a moment she thought she was going to have a heart attack or a seizure or something.
“Now I think it’s time to put the lid on your coffin, my dear.”
Gawd – he seemed so damned polite about it! All she could do was whimper and moan as she looked up at him, afraid to cry out for fear that they might just decide to pump a few rounds into her body anyway, even though she’d done her best to cooperate up to this point. She figured she didn’t dare open her mouth in protest. They certainly seemed totally unconcerned about her welfare – or how much longer she even lived, for that matter – and she was desperate to extend her lifespan for as long as she could.
She watched as two of the men came over, picked the lid up and placed it down over her. She had to cover her mouth to keep from screaming in terror as it was placed over the top of her. But once again she was met with another surprise!
There was an opening for her face! Gawd – what the hell did THAT mean? What the hell kind of a coffin was THIS?? What’s more, there was a set of holes in the lid a little farther down, just about over the top of her stomach!
What the HELL??!!
“Put your hands through those two holes, my dear,” she heard that familiar voice say, and she looked up to see him standing over her, looking down at her through the opening to her head.
‘WHAT??’ she thought to herself. ‘WHAT THE HELL FOR???’ This didn’t make any sense!
“Do it!” he barked as he raised his pistol and pointed it at her temple.
She gulped and quickly complied with another whimper, hurriedly scrambling to push each hand through it‘s corresponding hole. A moment later she was startled to feel someone grabbing her hands and securing them together by her wrists with some sort of rope. When it was done all she could do was flutter her hands outside the lid of her coffin.
NOO!
Having her hands bound outside the coffin had the added effect of terrifying her even more and she wiggled and squirmed uncomfortably, whimpering in fear. She didn’t know why but she really wanted her hands inside with her. This made her feel even more vulnerable and her hands flexed and flailed helplessly as if they were operating independently of her body.
…and then she heard the sound of hammer and nails! It startled the hell out of her and she almost screamed out in pure terror…
NO!!! OHMYGAWD – THEY’RE SEALING ME IN HERE NOW! WHAT THE HELL ARE THEY GONNA DO TO ME? WHERE ARE THEY GONNA PUT ME? OHMYGAWD – WHAT IF THEY BURY ME LIKE THIS? I DON’T WANT DIRT FALLING ONTO MY FACE???!!!
“Now I believe we’re ready, my dear,” she heard that familiar voice tell her when the hammers stopped their work. That’s when she looked up to see him smiling down malevolently at her. All she could do was look back at him in wide-eyed terror, her body shaking in growing panic.
“No!” she breathed, her voice quivering. “Please; I BEG of you! Please let me go!” That’s when the tears finally welled up in her eyes.
She was sure she was lying in her death chamber now! She felt so utterly helpless, boxed in and totally vulnerable, and she was afraid she was going to suffer a breakdown. He just looked down at her with a sad yet kindly expression before apparently turning to face one of his underlings.
“Lift her up, gentlemen!” she heard his voice demand. “It’s time to finish off our fair damsel!’
Gawd… NO!
She heard the clicking of the pulleys above her head and a moment later she cried out as she felt her coffin being lifted up into the air. It swung free, causing her to scream. Then it jerked to a halt and she felt it start to move forward, setting her to swaying softly. Up above her she saw the pulleys slide along two sets of metal tracks as they took her to…
‘…to where?’ she wondered. She hadn’t noticed anything all that unusual in the room. Of course with those guns pointed at her she hadn’t taken the time to look around much.
‘What else did you see in here?’ she asked herself. ‘THINK, DAMNIT! Where the hell do you think they’re taking you??’ But she couldn’t think much; she was too frightened.
She squirmed in her coffin as it continued to move forward, gently swaying back and forth as it moved along. Her hands flexed and groped for nothing but air and she whimpered in fright, her mind filled with blind panic. Then she felt the coffin come to a stop, setting it to swaying gently again.
“Right there, boys,” she heard that familiar voice speak out again. “Let her down gently now, fellas. We don’t want to damage anything!”
GAWD – what were they doing? Was there a hole in the ground?? Were they burying her alive in this very room? Were they gonna seal her up under the floor, leaving the square hole above her face so she could stare up at eternal darkness???
OHMYGAWD!!!
…and then she suddenly felt the rush of water swirling into her coffin through the many holes in her wooden prison and she let out a cry of alarm!
“Don‘t panic, my dear!” she heard him call out to her. “You might as well save your breath; it‘ll all be over soon!” In that moment it hit her and her mind fixed on the one object she’d thought she’d seen along the one wall out of the corner of her eye…
THE FISHTANK! Why it was big enough to…
…and then horrible realization sunk in!
They were going to drown her, right in her very own coffin!! A moment later she was overcome by the pure horror of her situation and she began to scream and cry out…
“NOOOOOOOOO! GET ME OUTTA HERE! I DON’T WANNA DIE! DON’T DROWN ME – PLEASE! OHMYGAWD – I’LL DO ANYTHING YOU WANT… ANYTHING AT ALL! NOOOOOOO!”
Water rushed in unhindered from everywhere. There were numerous holes in the floor and at least 8 or 10 sets of holes on each side of the coffin. Water poured in at a rapid rate, lifting her body up, and she started to float as it filled up fast.
“NOOOOOO! GET ME OUT – GET ME OUT! OHMYGAWD – I DON’T WANNA DROWN! SOMEBODY HELP ME – PLEASE!”
She floated up and crammed her face into the opening for her head as the water level quickly rose inside her coffin. It covered her legs, her bare breasts… everything but her hands that were still sticking out through the two holes. She panted madly for breath, crying hysterically… hyperventilating as it climbed up and lifted her up against the lid of the coffin. She huffed and puffed, her head jammed into the opening, frantic for at least one more unhindered breath of air. She sensed she was about to go under and with a mad gasp she frantically filled her lungs…
NOOOOOOOO!
…and then there was nothing but the sound of her grunts of terror and her release of a few bubbles of air.
She instantly closed her mouth, attempting to keep what breath remained inside her. Looking up she saw the surface getting farther and farther away until she felt the coffin come in contact with the bottom of the fish tank with a jarring bump. Then there was stillness save for the loud pounding of her heart in her chest.
OHMYGAWD! OHMYGAWD! OHMYGAWD! OHMYGAWD!
She was utterly terrified as she floated up against the lid of her coffin. Her hands waved helplessly above the lid, frantic for something useful to do and finding nothing that would save her. Then she tried to push her head up through the opening but it didn’t fit. Besides, the surface was too far away. She would have to break out somehow… unless they were going to pull her back up soon…
‘That’s GOT to be it!’ she thought desperately, clutching at straws. ‘They’re gonna pull me back up! They just wanna torture me… see how long I can hold my breath! PLEASE LET THAT BE SO!’ Then she swallowed her fear, clasped her hands together and concentrated on holding her breath as long as she could, unaware of the fact that two of the men in the room were pushing down on her coffin, making sure it stayed at the bottom of the fish tank.
She closed her eyes and tried to calm the wild beating of her heart, focusing instead on any sounds that might penetrate the fish tank and reach her, anything that might betray her captors’ next move. But there was nothing but the quiet hum of some machinery somewhere nearby. No words were spoken. That’s when she became aware of her growing need to breathe.
‘Bring me up now!’ she cried out inwardly as she started to squirm, her hands flexing above the lid of her coffin. ‘I can’t hold it much longer! Please… bring me up! Ohgawd – I’ll do anything you ask! Please don’t let me drown in here!’
Nothing. Her lungs heaved gently in her chest and then started to spasm as the water in her nose burned her sinuses…
‘NOOOO! PLEASE… DON’T LET ME DROWN IN HERE!’ …and she began wiggling and squirming, trying to roll her body back and forth inside the coffin. Her lungs spasmed sharply and then spasmed again and she lost a burst of air that whooshed up to the surface. The sound of her loosing what was left of her precious air supply terrified her…
‘NOOOOOO! OHMYGAWD!’
Her cheeks bulged as she thrashed about inside the coffin, her hands waving wildly. Her lungs were on fire and she was on the verge of losing her last breath…
NOOOOOOOO!
…and then air whooshed out of her mouth, bursting up to the surface. She tried frantically to clamp her lips shut but the urge to breathe was too strong. A moment later she lost another burst of air… and then one more. Then her lungs insisted she refill them and her airway instinctively opened up as she sucked water into her body.
There was a distinct glubbing sound as she inhaled. A moment later she tried to scream, only to gurgle as her body convulsed at the intrusion of water into her lungs. She glubbed and gurgled as she twisted from side to side, her eyes wide in horror, her hands waving frantically above the lid. Her mind screamed in terror as her body felt the effects of the cool water violating her every opening. Then she gurgled again… shuddered… and then relaxed as though she was too tired to fight.
She looked up to see that the surface of the water was still well above her and she realized numbly that she hadn’t been lifted up after all. Her hands fluttered and her legs spasmed from stray nerve impulses as her brain tried to fight to keep her systems functioning. Then everything shut down altogether and she quivered with a bubbly sigh as darkness claimed her.
She was kept submerged in the tank for a good 10 minutes before the coffin was lifted up. Water streamed out of the many holes but there was no sign of life from the occupant inside. “Gentlemen, I believe the leak inside our organization has been successfully plugged,” that same familiar voice stated with satisfaction. “You may lower her to the ground now. I believe preparations have been made for a suitable burial out back.”
The coffin was lowered to the ground. Then the four men gathered around it, picked up and solemnly escorted it out of the room…
© 2008 (written Apr 12 ’08 by riwa)
(Pictures found on the Internet and used for illustrations purposes only.)