To your dismay, life goes on at the house for everyone else, even though you still lie in the same crumpled heap outside Sam's room. The pain and sickness that washed over your body make any more movement all but impossible at this point.
You had hoped to gift your sperm to your elder sister. Instead, you are gifting other, less erotic (depending on personal opinion) bodily fluids to the short carpeting on in the hallway.
You're pretty sure that there is something terribly wrong with your junk now, based on the radiating waves of pain and nausea they keep sending out. You think the pain has spread now, but are not sure.
And still, no one acknowledges your presence, save for the shadowy figure of some hooded guy holding a scythe who just sits there on the bench under the window at the end of the hallway.
"Seriously?" It speaks, in a cultured British accent. "Dying from getting kneed in the groin by your sister? This is going straight into the company's weirdo files." The hooded figure then stands up and walks towards you, squatting down on it's knees by you, it's face still obscured by the hood. "Now, for as where you go? Well, two part-answer. First, you come with me, and leave the suffering and hopefully the shame you are feeling behind. Then you get sent to your final reward based on how you've lived your life."
The figure holds out its hand to you. "Come with me, and the pain ends. For now, at least." |