“Not much to figure out. We’re in a storage closet, about eight feet by eight feet by eight feet. The heater works and the air scrubber; we’re safe and secure until we die of suffocation.”
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“Oh.” I realized that I wasn’t hearing anything but him and me, and things were so quiet that I was hearing my own breaths, my own heart, and his as well. “Oh, God!” I gasped out. “How long do you think we have?”
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“You don’t want to know.” I had his voice placed now, it had confused me before. He was right behind me, lying on the floorplate there.
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“I want to know!” I said, I didn’t shout but my voice filled and more than filled this tiny little room. I could feel the walls closing in, feel the air getting thicker, stuffier already.
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“I got the air scrubber in here going, so we won’t drown in carbon dioxide, at least. Just oxygen starvation which is slower. It’s been over two hours already, we have maybe another two hours before we pass out. Another hour or so and then...nothing.”
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“Two hours?”
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“Yeah.” I heard some sounds I couldn’t figure out, sounds like a throat clearing and then spitting. I didn’t understand that.
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“Jesus Christ!” I sighed. “What are we going to do?”
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“Well, now that you’re awake, I know what I’m going to do.” The guy talking to me moved his hand and grabbed my uppermost leg, lifted it up. I felt then that he was as naked as I was, and that he was pushing his spit-greased dong (that explained the spitting noises I’d heard) toward my anus. “The perfect answer to how to spend our final two hours of life.” He said as these noises ceased.
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“What...what are you doing?”
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“Doing? I got another two hours to live. If you were a beautiful woman, I’d be fucking your pussy. Since you don’t have a pussy, I’m going to fuck your ass.”
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