Yanderes who simply went mad and decided they would bury you alive. And you have no choice...
It was a struggle as you screamed, yelled, and cried, trying to escape from them. Don’t you see? This is the only way for you to be theirs alone and to be preserved from this dirty and cruel world. Don’t worry, the coffin is so warm and cozy—it will be a perfect place for your eternal sleep.
You fought and cried until your voice went hoarse and you could no longer shed tears, while they prepared you and got you ready for your funeral. Forced to wear a comfortable white dress, with makeup applied and your hair neatly arranged, barefoot, all ready to be buried alive—as if what they were doing wasn’t something diabolical and terrifying.
You were literally staring death in the face. Especially when you saw the coffin filled with flowers, its transparent lid allowing them to see your body inside. You didn’t need to be tied up, because they injected a strange liquid from a syringe into your arm. You were already dead. You didn’t even need to guess what they had injected into you: a lethal poisonous drug that killed in a way similar to falling into a deep sleep.
You felt your heartbeat slowing down, your vision gradually darkening. You felt your life slipping away little by little, without any chance to escape or recall the good memories you had throughout your life. You were really going to be buried by them...
They kissed your face and your lips in farewell. They were crying and happy at the same time. Because you had died, but not in vain—you would be the most beautiful dead woman, with a beautiful tomb and a grave made just for you. You passed away in their arms. Before kissing your lips one last time in goodbye, they laid your body in the comfortable coffin, covering you with the flowers inside it and placing a bouquet of your favorite flowers in your hands. They closed the coffin with the transparent lid and hugged it with the devotion and tenderness of a distorted love.
“The most beautiful dead woman in the garden...” they murmured, embracing your coffin.
One hour later, they finished digging your grave, complete with a headstone bearing your full name, date of birth, and date of death. Today was the day they killed you—but for a just cause: to preserve and protect you from the filth of the world. They admired you one last time, kissing the coffin, and finally began shoveling dirt over it, burying you dead yet alive. They finished covering your grave and decorated the surface with even more flowers.
They stepped back one final time from your tomb, admiring the place they had prepared and chosen for you. A beautiful garden full of flowers and butterflies, so you could rest and your beauty could be preserved.
They smiled, satisfied and without a single ounce of regret for what they had done. Before leaving, they took the shovel they had used to bury you with them. They would visit you later, don’t worry. Right now, you must be resting warmly in your eternal dream.
An eternal sleep of death...
Forsaken: Itrapped and Two Time.
A/N: Don't ask me how I came up with this idea, I'm just terribly tired and stressed lately.
