What kind of death do you want?
“What kind of death do you want?” She asked him as she moved her fingers though his curly hair. He looked at her without even blinking once.
He could see a burning sun inside her eyes. There was more life in those eyes than in the world. “I’m glad that you asked” he replied, looking away from her. He walked towards the balcony and lit a cigarette. With each breath he swallowed a mouthful of dark smoke that swirled through his throat. His lungs shrunk and expanded with it.
“What kind of death do you wish to have? The quick one or the lengthy one?” She asked again. She was lying on the bed, naked with nothing but blood all over her body. Next to her was a half naked man with a hole in his head. The bed was filled with thick blood. She slowly moved her body and sat on top of that lifeless crop.“This bastard is dead and still got a Bonner” she muttered. “I think I should have cut his penis first” she continued “you didn’t give me an answer”
“I haven’t thought about it much” he said while he tried to make circles with his cigarette smokes “maybe a quick painless one. Like him”
She started to laugh and tried to stand up over the dead man’s crotch. “I prefer a slow death. Like a cut on my veins or stomach. Perhaps slice on my neck. Blood dripping and slowly feeling the life going out of your body. You feel weightless and a brightness surrounds you. In each second your life flashes through your eyes and you see what you did wrong and right. One drop for each year. And as you lie helpless you start to regret all the mistakes you did. As you confess each mistakes, the brightness increases and makes you feel like you are closing to the heaven and die”
As she finish the sentence she starts to undress the man and shoots at his crotch. She gets back and walks towards him. She takes the cigarette and takes a deep smoke.
“Let’s go before the cops come” he said as he walked to the next room.
