The Corpse- Living and Dead

Jeanie’s body had a lot of fun today, the crudity and coarseness of the passion that the body sleeping next to her had showered, adding to her share of ‘fun’. The soul did not cry. It just kept on staring in the vacant. Unlike the difference of the body that would maul her everyday, this time things were quite unlike. She had been noticing the similitude for the last few days now.

The routine was set everyday but at the end of it all, what felt bruised was the actual Jeanie inside that Jeanie. It felt as if he would extract out the heart everyday from deep underneath her bosom and squash it in his right hand, the blood oozing from all sides of his hand and no clamour in the backdrop. The satisfaction would reach up to the level of absolute bliss for him similar to a baby getting what he wanted.

One day, the Jeanie inside that Jeanie was too bushed to handle it all. Today, she wanted to extract the heart. But the moment she tried to squeeze it, she was pushed into the next room where a burly giant with dirty teeth had a chef’s knife that shined in the dim light of the room.

As their lips rubbed against each other, Jeanie pulled the trigger of the little something that she had carried with her. The blood was splattered and in that pool of blood lay Jeanie.

After staring at the chef’s knife in her spinal cord, He smiled at the burly man saying, “How could you kiss her. I don’t share my women. ”

The trigger was pulled again and a body fell next to the pool of blood.
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I am generally not too gory with my stories. Just felt like adding a little blood this time. And ya you are free to make your guesses in concern with the last part.