>>41615046She's perfect in every way. You've never seen a corpse with so much...life? Is that the right word? You can't pinpoint it. But it's almost like...she's just sleeping, despite her still chest. Every mortician's goal is to make the body look as naturally at peace as possible, and yet hers was never touched - there's no records of it, at least. No injection sights, no obvious signs of surgery, her jaw isn't wired shut...no. She's simply as gorgeous as she was in life, naturally, despite being long dead. And you are alone with her. Something within stirs.
The silence of the room rings within your ears; you can scarcely stop yourself from shakily entering the spacious coffin alongside her, drunk on her peaceful beauty. Filled to the brim with shameful need for her. The desire to feel her; to touch the perfect snowflake, though you know it may melt at the warmth you emit. She stinks of rosewater. Her blonde hair catches the light, still lustrous and clean. Her chest is still. You cannot help yourself.
Your arms carefully enwreath her form, pulling her cold flesh to meet the warmth of your breast. A shuddering sigh of delight escapes your lips.
It is then when the coffin lid slams shut, seemingly of its own volition.
