But one unpredictable night when a man was driving on one side of the road while listening to music, he was so careless, not even in his wildest dream would he ever foresaw his fate like this. A McDonalds food truck that was driving on the other side of the road by a drunk driver who turned the wheel towards the man and crashed into the man's car with earth shaking power. Bones and organs were broken, stomach acid was leaking from his stomach and bones dug their way out of his flesh. When the man woke up; he saw his own body laying on the ground lifelessly, like a puppet with it's strings cut off.
The man dropped to his knees with a tsunami of tears exploding out his eyes, he tried to touch his own body but couldn't, it just went through it. As he was sobbing, something tapped on his souldier, he stopped crying for a second but then figured it was nothing. Until he felt the light tapping again, when he got up and turned over, he saw a woman.
She had the straightest and longest trails of hair that moves all the way to her thighs, her dark brown eyes gazed up at the man with the an atomic pressure of evil, but the man stared at her plumped chest ignoring her evil. She works a black dress that only got to her mid thigh and was sleeveless, her pale skin glistened in the dark night.
"Jason; your time has come," said the woman. And a plain white door slowly appeared behind her.
"What, who are you."
"I am the reason you do not get to see tomorrow, I am master of your and everyone else's mortality, can you guess what I am," laughed the woman.
It took a minute but Jason finally figured it out, he didn't believe it, it was too stupid to think she was Death, but then again he was dead. "Is it; Death."
The woman smiled and said, finally, "it took you centuries to figure that out," said Death. "but that's the last humor your gonna get where you going so laugh it up."
Jason couldn't believe what he was hearing, this couldn't be right, this had to be a dream. Because Jason Martin could not die like this, his reputation is too majestic. "No, no! This has to be a nightmare or something," said Jason.
"Ok then walk through that door and find out."
Jason couldn't face the bitter touch of reality he was facing, this wasn't a dream, he was actually dead, the waterfall of tears started up again and he fell on his knees. "Please, please give me one more chance, I'll give all my money to charity," said Jason. "I'll do anything just please give me one more chance," sobbed Jason.
Death didn't have to think about it, she killed him for a reason, and it was because she was horny, she stared at his dark skin, his toned muscles and his long curly hair. "I will give you one more chance, but on one condition," said Death.
The fairy of happiness visited Jason that moment. "What," said Jason.
Death didn't say anything, she grabbed his shirt, and the world went black for about 30 seconds. When Jason could see again, he found himself in his underwear, with both hands tied to a rope dangling from the cieling. His ankles were shackled down to the floor. The room was colored by gray bricks, knives and swords were carelessly thrown on the floor, and shelves were put in the middle of each four walls.
Death appeared in front of him with a whip, she licked her lips when she gazed at him from bottom to up. She put her whip over her shoulder and unleashed a mighty smack on his rib area, causing a massive red mark, then crowds of blood swarmed over the redness. Jason screamed in pain loudly with tears forming. Death wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him in the middle of his scream, Jason was still screaming while she kissed him, her wicked tongue forced his in a constriction, and she bit his upper lip causing it to bleed.
This was going to be his life until he dies, misery and pain just to pleasure the ruler of mortality. This was her new life, without meaning, without pleasure. Just an object.329Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ7BUxnknA7l
