The life of a mortician changes forever after he tries to have his way with a beautiful woman's dead body. And soon he discovers that the only person who can save him from his horror is the dead woman's little brother.
*Warning contains scenes of ho...
To those who deal with death everyday, death becomes familiar. Afterall, it is a terrifyingly natural truth of life. All those who are born will have to go someday.
And all those who die come over here.
My name is Tristan Gray, I work at a morgue.
My job requires me to deal with countless dead bodies everyday.
I have seen all sorts of people come here.
Old, young, babies, some with limbs missing, some torn in half...
"But not you..."
Tristan says looking down at the lifeless body of a woman.
"You sweetheart, you are perfect" He smiles while staring into her lifeless orbs.
The woman was exceptionally beautiful indeed. Maybe one of the most beautiful woman he had ever seen.
"You look just like her..."
Tristan stared at her cold lips, then pressed them with his finger.
"They told me that you had committed suicide by taking cyanide pills. Why would you do that?" He asks, his face inches away from her.
He looked around to check if anyone was around...
But there was no one.
Running his fingers through her blonde hair, Tristan locks his lips with hers.
He removes them for a second to take another look at her pretty face.
Her pale eyes stare back at him pulling him into her endless void.
And running his fingers through her hair again, he moved in for another kiss, this time more desperate to feel her.
Lips locked, his hands moved down to her face, then to her neck and to her chest.
He kissed her beautiful neck and breathed heavily on it.
She smelled like death.
Her skin was ice-cold, but his hands couldn't stop wanting to feel them...
And he felt the bulge between his legs rise when he realised something...
No one could see her like this...
It was only him.
He could see every inch of her body...
He could do whatever he wanted with her.
She solely belonged to him.
Unzipping his pants, he slowly entered her cold flesh.
His manhood ravaged through her insides madly. It was a madness beyond the lively, beyond the worldly realms...
Beyond death...
His manhood moved through her cold flesh...
Before releasing its load inside...
"My love, you belong only to me"
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