HANGMAN (Book One Of 'The Collection' Series)

Chapter Nineteen

May's point of view.
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I lay on that cold-pressed lifting cart.
My body was numb, paralyzed, and refused to listen to a word I said.

Across from me Rose was in the same predicamenent, except fear could be seen throughout her face.

"You will never again use the restroom in the form of excrement, as your blatters will be removed."

"You will never walk again, as your bodies will be entertwined into one another through the use of skingraff's."

"Your hairs, blond and brown, show flow together and be constantly fixed by a 'gardener', until the are perfect."

"Your voices have already been removed completely, along with your tongues"

"Your arms show interlock around eachother, and the dresses which signify the flower in your name, shall make eachother look all the more stumning."

"Your forheads willbe waxed together in a way to make it seem as if you two are in intimate love."

"Your eyes, we shall do nothing to. We will allow you to see the other till the day you start to get ugly. In the case we notice your features change, we will wax your bodies together completely, so that time cannot ruin our human sculpture."

"Your lips will be pulled back into a gentle smile, stiched that way and glued."

"To you, I hope as do the other doctors here, that you truly do fall into love for one another. All you have is them, and they you."

"You will not be granted water, food, or other needs, as they will be given through the use of syringes."

"Now, please have the sculpters come out." The women infront of us said.

They lifted us, but inches from another.

"Let's get started!

I felt one of them move my body until it pressed tight to that of Rose, and they moved my arm to go all the way around her body.

We were currently naked, yet while this mat usually seem pleasurable, right now it definitely was not.

One man moved both her arms acrossed my neck, just around, and made it clamp gently over the wrist of another.

The scent of burning flesh waffed through the air.

They had melted her wrists together, then the part of her arm that was on my left and right shoulder.

Yet I felt no pain.

At this moment I knew I had no way to struggle.

So why struggle?

But Rose, on the other hand, cried silently then and there.

Even if ai did not try to, I instinctively felt my hand tighten ever so slightly to her waist.

Then came the burninf of my hand to her waste, then the arm part connected...

Next the otherside.

Other the our legs and forehead, mouths and our blatters, we were situated, never to move again from the other in the slightest.

When it came to our foreheads, they first did our mouthes, and you would never be able to see those small, silver stitches, even if you wanted to.

I felt Roses warm bredth the moment it touched me.

It truly did feel wonderful, considering the circumstances.

The lady personally did our foreheads with hot wax.
Even I began to cry from the searing sensation that came.

Rose pee'd at it.

Finally, after whst seemed like an hour long process, came our legs.

If I was an outsider looking in, I would too, assume, they were lovers who came to elope.

I stared into her eyes, knowing this was the eternity.

I expected this to be worse.

What I did not expect, though, was the loss of hearing that came from them putting something in our ears and gluing them shut.

All we truly had, was eachother.

That, and below us was a concrete step, which if you looked closely, also turned out to be wet, and we just happened to be in it. Though I am sure it was hard to tell through our sandals.

Never to walk again. Thats the only thought coming in my head.

Together till the end.
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We were eventually transported into a cell with a garden inside.
A plaque, which I read on the on the way in, wrote:
May and Rose, 'A Lovers Embrace', first human sculpture. 100% living.