The woods were thick and dark, the perfect place for secrets to be buried. The rough-looking men, their bodies slick with sweat and dirt, knew this all too well. They had just finished digging a grave, their laughter echoing through the trees.
The burly bearded man, the one they called Big John, pulled a shimmering, latex-clad body from the back of their truck. She was Vasilisa, a 50-year-old woman who had made the mistake of crossing these men. Her face was covered in a mask, her eyes and ears sealed, and her mouth gagged.
“Just look at those curves,” one of the men whistled, his eyes roving over Vasilisa’s latex-clad form. “What a waste, she’ll never get to see how handsome we are.”
“Or hear our compliments,” another chimed in, chuckling.
Big John and the others leered at Vasilisa’s body, their laughter filling the air. They made crude comments about her form, how the latex clung to her in all the right places. They joked about how she’d never be able to hear them, never see them.
Vasilisa’s body was placed in the coffin, her hands and feet bound, her legs spread to reveal the massive dildo and buttplug still inside her. The men chuckled at the sight, making more crude comments about her “last ride.”
Big John started shoveling dirt onto the coffin, but not before he and the others took one last feel of Vasilisa’s latex-clad form. They laughed and made more jokes, but there was a hint of unease in their voices.
“We’ve gone too far,” the youngest of the group, a man named Tim, spoke up.
Big John silenced him with a glare. “We’re in this together, Tim. Can’t turn back now.”
Tim tried to leave, but Big John stopped him. He told him that they were in this together, that they couldn’t turn back now. Tim relented, but he was clearly uncomfortable.
As the dirt covered the coffin, the men started to argue about what they’d done. Tim spoke up again, saying they’d gone too far. Big John silenced him with a glare.
The men finished burying Vasilisa, patting the dirt down and marking the grave with a simple cross. They got in their truck and drove away, leaving Vasilisa behind.
As they drove, the men started to relax, making more jokes and laughing. But Tim couldn’t shake the image of Vasilisa’s bound and gagged body from his mind.
Big John noticed Tim’s discomfort and reassured him that Vasilisa was a bad woman, that she deserved what she got. Tim wasn’t so sure.
The men arrived back at their hideout, a rundown cabin deep in the woods. They started to drink and relax, but Tim couldn’t shake the feeling that they’d done something wrong.
Big John tried to reassure Tim, telling him that they were just having a bit of fun, that no one would ever find Vasilisa’s body. But Tim wasn’t convinced.
As the night wore on, Tim started to feel more and more guilty. He tried to leave, but Big John stopped him. He told him that they were in this together, that they couldn’t turn back now.
Tim finally snapped, telling Big John that what they did was wrong, that Vasilisa didn’t deserve to die like that. Big John laughed, telling Tim that he was just soft.
Tim left, disgusted with himself and Big John. He knew he couldn’t undo what had been done, but he couldn’t shake the feeling that he was a part of something terrible.
End of Chapter One.
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