The forest was dark and dense, the only light coming from the full moon peeking through the thick canopy of trees. The air was still, and the only sounds were the distant hooting of an owl and the crunching of leaves underfoot.
Two figures, both dressed in black, were making their way through the woods. They were the killers, and they had just finished their latest job.
"I can't believe you call yourself a gravedigger," the first killer said, a playful insult lacing his words. "You couldn't dig a straight line if your life depended on it."
The second killer rolled his eyes. "At least I didn't leave a trail of breadcrumbs for the cops to follow," he retorted.
They reached their destination - a freshly dug grave. The killers finished the digging, and then placed the wooden coffin into the ground.
"Let's leave her how we found her," the first killer said, his tone serious. "She deserves nothing less."
They lowered Vasilisa's body into the coffin. She was dressed in a ultra-shiny latex hijab, corset, and neck corset. She was also wearing a latex mask, layers of clothing, a veil, provocative boots, and long latex gloves.
"She's dressed to kill," the second killer said, a hint of a smirk on his face. "Even in death."
Vasilisa's body was adorned with bindings - rope and duct tape around her hands, elbows, wrists, legs, ankles, feet, knees, calves, hips, and even her hardened nipples. There was a gag in her mouth, medical tape and duct tape over her eyes, and earplugs and wax sealing her ears.
The killers couldn't help but appreciate the care taken in dressing Vasilisa's body. They noted the massive oversized dildo and buttplug inserted into her, and the long and painful death she must have suffered from suffocation and the ultra-tight plastic bag.
"She must have been a real fighter," the first killer said, a hint of admiration in his voice.
The killers discussed how they would bury Vasilisa - in the same condition she was in at the time of her murder. Bondage, bag on head, latex, dildo and buttplug.
They finished burying Vasilisa, and then made a final playful insult.
"Her grave will never be found," the second killer said. "Just like her killer."
The killers walked away from the grave, leaving Vasilisa to rest in peace - or perhaps, not so peacefully.
As they disappeared into the darkness, the only sounds were the distant hooting of an owl and the crunching of leaves underfoot. The forest was dark and dense, and the only light was the full moon peeking through the thick canopy of trees.
The end.
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