THE HIGH TABLE

Luke Sullivan:

My name is Luke Sullivan, a former bodybuilder whose years of steroid use have made him temperamental. Due to a drug overdose and various run-ins with the law, I find myself having to act as a foreman for a contractor I could easily crush in two. Luckily, I managed to make a few alterations to my jacket. I'm supposed to have a say in who the workers arrive, but I'm finding that sometimes the boss does whatever he wants, like when he told me yesterday that he'd hired one of his old friends as a site manager. I'd love to smash him into one of those walls, but I have to restrain myself to avoid further trouble with the police. The next day I was already at work when I saw the boss talking to a worker, probably the new one. I watched him from a distance, and I have to say he was quite a big guy, but the arrogant look on his face when the boss pointed at me and glared at me made my blood boil. I could feel that little jerk was going to keep provoking me, and I probably wouldn't be able to take it much longer. I saw the boss get into his car and drive off, leaving the new foreman to walk towards me. I had to remain professional, especially since he was a friend of the boss. I forced a smile, waiting for him to arrive.

Dan Freyr:

My name is Dan Freyr and I been doin construction work for a long time...and my hairy tattooed body shows it. I might be a little SOB but don't get me hacked off and definitely DONT piss me off cause when I get really pissed I aint responsible for what happens. I get hired by a good buddy of mine for this job and he tells me the foreman is a real fuckin pain in the ass. Well, it wouldnt be the first time I hadda deal with power hungry assholes and he wont be the last. I know how to get a crew to get a job and get it down ahead of schedule so as long as he dont bother, I wont be forced to beat his fuckin face in. Im talkin to the boss and he points out the foreman. A tall drink of water for sure and muscled judgin by the cocky way he "modified" his work clothes. Nice guns, I think but I bet they shoot blanks. I say goodbye to the boss and turn to my crew and start barkin out the goals for the day and they get busy with their work. Then, I figure what the hell I oughta at least go over and make nice with the fucker. Maybe he aint the asshole the boss says he and me...I got a fetish for tall built Guys and he's right up my alley. I turn around with my clipboard and head over to introduce myself with a fixed smile on my face.

Luke Sullivan:

I'm watching this guy act like a boss, and even though it annoys me that they hired him without telling me, I have to admit he knows how to motivate the team. Every time he waves his arms around to show what needs to be done, I can't help but watch. I don't know why the boss lets him dress like that, but strangely enough, I'm not complaining. Those muscles, those tattoos, that body hair, his tough, sullen face—everything about him points to a guy you don't want to mess with. But the problem is, I love messing with guys like that. I see you coming towards me, and the closer you get, the more I can't help but think you're really my type, even with that little forced smile of yours. Once you are close to me I hold out my hand and say "hi, I'm Luke, I'm the leader here, so I'm your boss, try not to forget it" you feel me squeezing your hand tightly when you shake it, to show you my strength and that I'm not here to joke around.

Dan Freyr:

I walk right up to ya and GRIP yer hand TIGHT...SQUEEZIN it tighter than I need to but only so I make sure ya look at my bicep as it flexes and bulges in the handshake. I hear the taunt in yer words and my smile turns into a smirk as I answer, "yeah I know who ya are...I seen ya at some bodybuilder events and read yer history. I'm Dan and ya might be the leader but dont get in my way or my guys' way. We know our jobs and we dont need some oversteroided muscle head tellin us how to do our job..." I break the handshake and jab my right forefinger at yer chest. "...so YOU not to forget THAT and we'll get along just fine. Now I gotta get back to work and make sure these guys get their shit done." I start to walk away then stop and turn with that same smirk, "Try and keep outta trouble, huh? Wouldnt be good if somethin happened ya know...accidents happen all the time on sites so watch yer back...dickless..." I chuckle as I walk away from ya.

Luke Sullivan:

I see your bicep bulge beneath your body hair and I can't help but admire it. Your insults almost make me want to smash your head in right now, but the other workers see us and realize the tension between us. I mustn't lose my temper now, even though your smirk makes me want to smash your skull with your own hard hat. I sigh heavily, trying to calm myself down, when you turn around and leave. I think to myself that it's finally over and that I didn't have to beat you up, but you turn around and make a direct threat. My face goes bright red, and I clench my fists so hard they bleed from my nails digging into my flesh. My whole body starts trembling, but I know that one small mistake and I'm going to prison. I turn away, muttering under my breath. I return to my makeshift office, far too small for me, looking out the window at that arrogant little bastard who provoked and threatened me. Despite everything, I can't help but recognize that he does a good job; the men seem to appreciate him, something I've never been able to do, and he doesn't hesitate to soil his magnificent, muscular, hairy body. I shake my head to chase this erotic thought from my mind. Around noon, I call Dan into my office, hoping to better explain the situation to him.

Dan Freyr:

The noon whistle blows and I send my crew to lunch and get a note that the musclehead wants to see me in his office...I shake my head and hope I dont fall asleep listenin to his mouth rattle on about shit he dont know nothin about. I grab my lunch and head over yankin the door open and slammin it closed behind me and see ya sittin there actin like yer king of the world and shit. I set my thermos of coffee down on yer desk and open it pourin some into the cup and open my sandwich and start eatin as I say, "yeah? got yer note...what'd ya want?" My eyes lock on yers as I continue eatin and I take the cup of coffee and pick it up as some drips onto yer desk and I smirk between bites, "oops...sorry...clumsy me" The sneer on my furry lips says it all as I drink the coffee and set the cup down and go back to eatin droppin bread crumbs on the papers on yer desk as I wait to find out what MISTER BODYBUILDER ASSHOLE wants to bitch about now.

Luke Sullivan:

I'm busy with my things when I hear the door burst open. At least that jerk is punctual. I look up and see you standing in front of me, eating in front of me. I clench my fists under the table so you don't see, especially when coffee stains fall on some unimportant drafts. Strangely, a fleeting thought crosses my mind: I want to jump on you and lick that drop of coffee off your fine beard. You see me shake my head, and I smile at you kindly, almost fatherly, saying, "It's alright. I know that people with neurological impairments have difficulties, whether it's with drinking or good manners." I stand up to remind you that I'm much taller than you. "I think we're off to a bad start, and I wanted to make a few things clear: you control these men." You see me pointing at the workers outside. "But I control you." And then I press my index finger hard against your chest to show you that between the two of us, I'M the boss. "Don't forget that. I know you think you're untouchable because you're the foreman's whore, but you're not, and you're right. An accident can happen here quickly, especially to an asshole who spends his time under dangerous objects. So don't push your luck with me, understand, you lackey?"

Dan Freyr:

I listen to that trash mouth run on and on as I keep eatin my sandwich and drinkin my coffee with a sneer on my lips. I finish the sandwich and let out a loud BBBBBUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRRRRRPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP...then grin..."pardon me on lord of the construction site...but ya dont control me...now or ever...and ya probably caint even control yer bladder or yer bowels with all the fuckin roids in yer system. I aint surprised ya got kicked outta bodybuildin...a fuck up like you dont deserve to be around REAL MEN..." I lean in face to face and growl, "....with REAL DICKS..." I grab my coffee cup and THROW the liquid in yer face splatterin it in yer face and down yer clothes as I drop it. I grab ya by yer jacket and SHOVE ya back against the wall and grab the stapler off yer desk and open it as I come in fast and SNAPPPPPPPPPP...drive a couple staples into yer forehead and then step back. "Make me ya worthless piece of faggot trash!" I snarl.

Luke Sullivan:

I try to talk, but I can see you don't care, and that pisses me off even more, which makes me wonder why I get an erection when you belch in front of me, your mouth wide open. Your incessant stream of insults is driving me absolutely crazy. That little bastard has done his research and knows exactly where to hit me to hurt me. I'm holding myself back from charging at you. One more complaint and I'm back in prison, and yet I'm dying to go. But when you throw coffee right in my face, staining my clothes, I snap. I feel you push me against the wall and staple my head three times before stepping back, still hurling insults at me. I'm paralyzed, wondering what to do, and in a firm voice I tell you, "Get out right now. Tell the workers they have the day off, they have to leave immediately, and then come back here. I don't want any witnesses, and the boss won't be back until tomorrow." You see, I'm forcing myself to stay pressed against the wall so I don't charge at you right away.

Dan Freyr:

I sneer at ya again and growl, "awwwwwwww..whattsa matter? did the big drug user get him feelins hurted? maybe ya need ta run home to yer mama and cry on her shoulder. It’s ok little boy...and I DO MEAN little ya fuckin cocksucker...nobody tells me when to get out...I'll get out when I'm ready to get out fucker!" I grab the phone off yer desk and rip the cord loose and THROW it hard hittin square in yer nose...my fists clenched. "Too afraid to fight like a MAN huh? Course I aint surprised...all them roids probably made yer balls shrink up to small that now ya have a cunt instead of cock, right bitch?" I spit at ya.

Luke Sullivan:

Damn, this asshole knows that if I receive another legal complaint, I’ll end up in jail, and he’s playing on that. I turn my head at the last moment and the phone hits me right in the cheekbone. I can't take it anymore. The insults keep coming, and now he's spitting on me. So what if I end up in jail? Might as well go in style. I stand up, furious, and put my hand on top of your helmet before pushing your head onto the desk. I quickly grab the stapler you dropped earlier and hammer four staples into your neck, holding your head firmly against the desk. I release the stapler and place my knee on the back of your neck to drive the staples in. I quickly open the small window next to my desk, yelling at the top of my lungs, "THERE'S A GAS LEAK! YOU'RE GOT THE DAY OFF! LEAVE NOW AND DON'T COME BACK UNTIL TOMORROW!" Then I close the window, looking at you, realizing I'm holding you more by your helmet than your head.

Dan Freyr:

Ya come at me hard and fast...finally this musclehead grew a set as ya grab me by helmet...the chin strap DIGGIN into my jaw...OWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW...then ya SLAM my head down on the desk and HAMMER them staples into my neck bringin cries of pain from me..."MUTHA FUCKER...LEMME GO YA BITCH!" I struggle against ya as ya press yer knee to the back of my neck drivin the staples in deeper...ya open that window and yell that and the workers scatter like rats in a maze...the window slammed shut ya turn back to me...just then my hand finds the letter opener there and I grab it and SWING it back toward ya not carin where it lands as long as it STABS yer leg or arm or yer body as I twist and struggle...the chin strap cuttin into my throat makin it hard to breathe.

Luke Sullivan:

I see the workers scatter at top speed; they must suspect something, but I don't care. I'm only thinking about one thing: getting revenge and making that idiot suffer to force him to apologize. I barely have time to see you grab the letter opener before you bring it down on me. I release your neck and jump back, but the letter opener has cut my thigh. I groan in pain, but I've suffered worse. I take advantage of you still being lying on the desk to grab the collar of your safety jacket and pull you towards me. I quickly pull you to your feet and throw your torso back onto the desk before grabbing the fire extinguisher next to me and brandishing it to shove it between your shoulder blades, knowing that a single well-aimed blow is enough to break you in two.

Dan Freyr:

UUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRRRGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH....that extinguisher SLAMSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS down on my shoulder blades and explodes sprayin the white foam everywhere in the office and all over us...my back screamin in pain as I HOWL out in pain...I manage to twist out from ya but I stumble and hit the edge of yer desk...my forehead hittin it and bustin open as I drop to the floor on my hands and knees...my back throbbin as blood streamin down my face as I try and put some distance between us...this fucker is gonna regret this before Im done with him

Luke Sullivan:

I see the fire extinguisher hit your back, which makes me smile sadistically, but the foam coming out starts to spread across the desk and I know it wouldn't be good for me to stay inside. I see you slip and smash your forehead on the At the edge of the office. I quickly grab you by your safety vest and drag you out, seeing the blood mixing with the foam. "So, asshole, not so cocky now, are you? You really thought a piece of shit like you could beat me?" Once you're out of the office, I forcibly lift you by your safety vest and pull your face up to me. "You understand that, you little shit, or am I going to have to break you even more?"

Dan Freyr:

Ya get us outta the office before the fumes from the foam makes us start chokin...ya have me lifted off the ground by my safely vest...blood streamin down my face from that hit on the desk. That mouth runnin and tauntin me...my boots off the ground. Still hurtin from that head hit, I look in yer eyes...mine half open...then I growl low and bring the scissors I found on the floor up and open up and SLICEEEEEEE the blade across yer forehead and snarl, "I not only think I can beat ya...I KNOW I can ya overblown fat ass bitch!" I drop the scissors to the ground and grab ya by yer head and WHAMMMMMMMMMM...slam my forehead into yers as the blood sprays in all directions!

Luke Sullivan:

I look at you with hatred and yet your face so close to mine draws me in, I don't know why but I want you. I barely have time to admire you or insult you before I see you brandish the scissors and slice my forehead. I release your safety vest and want to hold my forehead, but I don't have time. You grab my head and smash my forehead with yours. My blood mixes with yours, and my penis grows harder and harder despite the struggle. I take a step back when you smash my forehead, but without waiting, I bend down and run towards you, slicing through your stomach and continuing my charge to the concrete pillar to smash your back against it.

Dan Freyr:

My boots drop to the ground as that attack gets me free...both of us busted open now! Good! This fucker thinks he can beat me up? The bigger they are the harder they fall and the bigger BOTTOM they are too! I reach down grabbin a handful of gravel to throw in yer face but just then ya come at me fast and SLAM yer broad shoulder into my gut and SLAMMMMMMMMMMMM my back into the concrete pillar...AUUUUUUUUUUUUGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH...my back takin more abuse...that gravel fallin from my hand...the concrete RIPPIN the back of my vest open...the concrete tearin long gashes down my back as I slide down and drop to my knees...pantin...gaspin and shakin my head...gotta get back up before this fucker attacks again!

Luke Sullivan:

When you collapse to your knees on the ground, I know I can't let go of you for a single second, otherwise you'll probably destroy me and your savagery could defeat me. I stay standing and quickly knee you right in the nose to burst it and make blood spurt everywhere, the back of your head hitting the concrete pillar, then I walk away, turning my back on you to get a hammer, ready to break every bone in your body.

Dan Freyr:

Heavin and gaspin on the ground...blood drippin off my face...my back bleedin as well...my safety vest ripped open...I spit on the ground knowin I gotta get up before...too late I look up and that knee SLAMSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS into my nose...UUUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH...CRUSHIN my nose and splatterin it across my face as blood SPURTS out...the back of my head SMASHIN into the pillar...a deep gash openin there as well...this fucker determined to kill me but nothin I can do at the moment as I slump to the ground on my side...my head almost covered in blood and dust...my eyes already glassy and blackened from that nose strike...I vomit up bloody spit on the ground as I gotta put some distance between me and this killin machine!

Luke Sullivan:

When I get to the tools, my gaze falls on one in particular, and I grab it before turning back to you, seeing you vomiting blood on the floor. I pause for a moment to admire my handiwork and make sure no one is watching, then I come back to you, grab you by the throat, pull you to your seat, and hold the tool up to you. You see I have a pneumatic nail gun in my hand, which I hold right in front of your bloodied, dust-covered face, saying, "Last chance to apologize, asshole. You obey me or you die."

Dan Freyr:

On my side and in serious pain and hurt here...my head feelin like it's gonna explode after this fucker has brutally attacked me...blood all over my head and face...back of my skull split open...nose gone...eyes blackened...my gut finally settlin down after pukin up blood...I start to raise back up when ya come back and grab me by the throat and pull me up...my eyes half swollen...I see that nail gun in yer hand...ya press the trigger a few times as ya threaten me with it...my furry mouth hangin open...I spit a mouthful of blood on yer suit and croak out, "not...fuckin...today...cock...suc...ker..." I bring a knee up and RAM it into yer balls as hard I can...it aint as hard as I want but its all I can manage at the moment...the gun drops outta yer hand and I grab the back of yer head and send yer face flyin into the concrete pillar...knowin I gotta do somethin to stop this fucker before he really does snuff my ass.

Luke Sullivan:

Your face is so covered in blood that I thought my victory was assured, but I see that's not the case at all. When you spit in my face while insulting me, my first instinct is to protect my eyes, but I should have protected my balls. I feel your knee sinking in deep enough to make me suffer and drop my weapon. I start to throw a punch to calm you down, but I don't have time before you grab the back of my head and slam my face against the concrete pillar. My nose is shattered, and my eyebrows are split open by the impact. My nose is so badly damaged that even my jaw takes a hit. The pain is searing and intense; I have a horrible ringing in my ears as my face covers in blood, showing you that my nose is completely mangled and my eyes are sunken into the swelling of your neck. I stay with my arms at my sides, stunned by the impact but determined not to fall to the ground.

Dan Freyr:

I move back as yer face takes that hit...finally I this bastard slowed down...ya turn and I see yer blackened eyes and yer busted nose...even yer jaw takes a hit...but yer still standin as I move back to a worktable nearby and grab an adjustable wrench and come back to ya...openin the wrench as I grab yer head and growl..."looks like yer nose is outta joint...here...lemme fix that" I take the open wrench and grab yer nose with and TWIST the wrench in my hands...the cartilege and skin twistin and tearin as blood spurts out...I let ya go and bring the wrench down and SLAMMMMMMMMMMMMM it up into yer bulge again shovin it in deep as I snarl, "GO DOWN YA FUCKIN ASSHOLE!" I drop the wrench and fire off a hard right left combo to yer jaw and mouth determined to knock ya on yer ass!

Luke Sullivan:

I can't see anything and I can barely hear because of the whistling sound of pain. I see a vague shape move away and then come back, and then I feel you put something on my nose. I don't even have time to scream before you tighten the clamp. I writhe in agony as you tear my nose off, blood gushing out constantly. Then you let go, and I think my ordeal is over, but you bring the key down between my legs, and I start screaming in pain, clutching my bulge and dangling over. I don't have time to react anymore. I don't even think about defending myself as your expert fists relentlessly pound my face. You feel your knuckles bleed from the force of the blows while I feel my jaw dislocate and my cheekbones splinter even more violently. Each punch you give me makes me back a little and spit out a little more tooth each time until you throw an uppercut right into my chin that makes me think of a wrecking ball launched at high speed against a wall, my feet leave the ground under the violence of the impact and for a small second I feel like I'm flying before landing heavily on my back, my face now resembling nothing but a bloody pile of flesh, my legs spread apart while by survival reflex I try to crawl backwards to escape this monster that I had the misfortune to awaken.

Dan Freyr:

I caint stop myself from grinnin thru the blood and pain...my face feelin like its been used like a side of beef and it sends a thrill thru me seein that yer face is in just as bad a shape as mine. I come after ya as ya try and crawl backwards...I grab my torn vest and strip it off my hairy tatted sweaty dirty and blood smeared body tossin it aside. I get to ya quickly and reach down grabbin the front of yer jacket rippin and tearin and shreddin it and shirt from yer body tossin the rags away. I caint help but notice the bulge in yer pants and...well hell...I'm just as fuckin hard as you are cause fightin is my second favorite thing...fuckin bein the first...I pull ya up to yer knees in front of me and SPIT in yer bloody damaged face..."NOW MUTHA FUCKER...WHO'S IN CHARGE HERE AND WHO NEEDS TO APOLOGIZE FOR BEIN A COCKY ASS DRUGGED OUT MUSCLE BITCH?" I hock up another wad of bloody spit and force yer mouth open and HURL it right in yer mouth as I wait to see if this fucker has any fight left in him!

Luke Sullivan:

The ringing in my ears lessens, but the pain doesn't stop. I feel you tearing off my clothes, leaving me completely shirtless. I can see through the blood that you've dropped your safety shirt, revealing a superb, muscular, hairy body, stained with blood and dust, which excites me even more. There's something about this worker that appeals to me; I couldn't explain it. You force me to my knees without the slightest difficulty while you spit in my face, and I close my mouth and eyes. You insult and provoke me before grabbing my lower jaw and putting your thumb in my mouth to force me to swallow your bloody and dusty spit. I look at you, moaning softly and saying as best I can "I'm sorry." I gently place my hand on the forearm that holds my jaw and say again "I'm sorry... for you." Then I violently close my jaw to sever your thumb while my free hand grabs the pneumatic nail gun and raises it to your balls.

Dan Freyr:

holdin yer mouth I reach down and start to undo my pants...while I got this fucker where he is I might as well take advantage of it right? maybe the muscle head might know how to suck a dick and I aint gotten off in a few hours so what the hell? its just us here anyway...my uncut 9" PA pierced dick hard as fuck as unzip my pants and haul out my big dick and balls as I grin at yer "I'm sorry" I growl back, "thats ok...I gotta prize for ya and..." suddenly I SCREAMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM pout as yer jaw closes trappin my thumb...my pants fallin to my ankles as I slug and punch yer head tryin to get my thumb loose but yer teeth CHOMP all the way thru it and I yank my hand free...blood SPURTIN from my hand where I used to have a thumb as I HOWL in agony!

Luke Sullivan:

I feel you're trying to force my head open so I'll let go, but there's no way I'm going to do it. When you suddenly pull back and I feel your thumb in my mouth, I taste your blood, getting drunk on your cries of pain. Then I suddenly stand up to press my mouth against yours and force you to put your own finger in your mouth, my tongue going deep into your mouth to force you to swallow it, blocking your good hand with mine and placing my other hand on your back to press you against my chest. I savor this mixture of violence and sexuality, feeling the vibrations of your cries in my mouth.

Dan Freyr:

the blood SPURTIN out from the hole where my thumb was...arterial blood sprayin out as ya stand up and crush yer mouth on mine...what the hell then suddenly ya SHOVE my severed thumb in my mouth pushin it down my throat forcin me to swallow it...I grab at ya tryin to shove ya back but yer grip is too tight and I caint get a grip with the one hand with no thumb now...bein held tight against ya...howlin in agony...that thumb starts go down my throat but I gag and choke and cough ijt back and send it into yer mouth...then before ya can pull yer tongue back I BITE down on yer tongue cuttin into it tryin to bite it OFF before ya pull it back...but the loss of blood makin me woozy and light headed...still strugglin to get free before I pass out from the pain and bloodloss

Luke Sullivan:

I get a raging hard-on when I play with your thumb in your mouth, but you cough and send it straight down my throat. Feeling it block my trachea, I want to cough too, but you stop me by biting my tongue hard. I should have seen it coming, but I was too proud. I cough because of the thumb in my throat and try to pull my tongue out from between your teeth, but I feel it tear and my head snaps back, leaving a large part of my tongue in your mouth. I open my mouth, sending out a huge amount of blood while I choke on your finger in my throat.

Dan Freyr:

still holdin onto ya the best I can...my swollen eyes glassy...that part of yer tongue in my mouth I spit it out on the ground then manage to grab onto yer pants RIPPIN em open and lettin em drop...noticin this fucker dont wear underwear...I reach down with my good hand and GRAB yer cock and balls in it and SQUEEZE and TWIST em as I gasp out..."maybe...I...oughta...rip....these off....too...bastard..." my other hand...well...just four fingers now...no way to grip ya as I continue to maul and torture yer cock and balls in my good hand

Luke Sullivan:

I scream in pain with my tongue torn out, the whistling and buzzing in my head has intensified, but luckily that scream propelled your thumb out of my mouth. I look at you through my swollen eyes as you rip my pants off, leaving me completely naked, but my cock is still hard despite the pain. When your hand roughly handles and tortures my cock and balls, I scream even louder. My 25 cm penis is as hard as steel, unable to deflate because the pain you inflict excites me so much. My hands pound the ground, raising a cloud of dust and dirt that coats my naked body. I feel you could easily rip my balls and cock off; your cruelty knows no bounds, but neither do I. I grab a brick, reaching down, and try to smash your shoulder with your good arm, unable to see well enough to aim for your head.

Dan Freyr:

My grip tight on yer cock and balls...and a damn fine cock it is too from what I can see thru my nearly swollen shut eyes...I see somethin pop outta yer mouth and guessin its my thumb...hopin the doctors can fix my hand and gimme a new one...I start to raise up when that brick SLAMSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS into my shoulder....OOOOOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWWWWGHHHHHHHHHHHH...knockin my hand loose from yer cock and balls...openin a gash in it but its still workin...I grab yer throat with my good hand and LIFT ya off the ground and DRAG ya over the work area...now where did they leave that...oh there is...the large vat of liquid concrete..."have a nice drink of this mutha fucker" I growl as I SHOVE yer head into the vat holdin yer head under it.

Luke Sullivan:

I hear you scream, but I know the blow wasn't strong enough to stop you, especially when you grab my throat and lift me up, dragging me along. Your strength amazes me; even though I'm bigger and heavier than you, you lift me as if I weigh nothing. The adrenaline coursing through your body must give you superhuman strength. I feel my back pressed against the wall before you slam my head into the liquid concrete. My reflex is to close my mouth, but the liquid concrete the workers finished before their break seeps into the holes where my nose used to be. I refuse to let this little worker, barely arrived, have me. I place my hands on your good arm, trying to pull it back while I try to raise my legs to smash your balls and force you to let go, not knowing where I'm aiming.

Dan Freyr:

I see the bubbles comin up as I hold yer head under the surface of the concrete...yer hands grab at my arm but I aint lettin go...not until ya tap out or gimme a signal that yer done...just then ya bring leg up to try and smash my balls and outta instinct I grab at it with my injured hand forgettin there's no thumb there...I overshoot tryin to grab it suddenly tumble INTO the vat with ya...sinkin under the surface and thrashin with my good hand which let go of yer head...all the thrashin forces yer heavier body onto mine and the two of us sink below the surface...JUST THEN...the LOUD SNAP of chains overhead echoes thru the yard as a 300 pound slab of concrete left there hangin by the workers snaps loose and comes CRASHIN down on top of the vat...BOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM...it flattens the vat and SLAMSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS down on the two of us....CRUSHIN out bodies underneath it...the sound of total silence comes over the yard....

Luke Sullivan:

I can't resist you, I feel life escaping my body, but when I lift my leg, the result is not at all what I expected. I don't know why, but instead of backing away, you fall on top of me, plunging both our bodies into the liquid concrete. I'm going to die, but I won't go alone. I hold you tightly in my arms as the liquid concrete seeps into my mouth. I should be angry, scared, worried, but strangely, I feel strangely good when I embrace you. Maybe I was wrong. Maybe if I had held you, everything would be different. I hear a CLACK as the 135 kg slab breaks free, but only one thought comes to mind: "Could we have been together in another life?" before the slab crushes our bodies, whose fragments of flesh and bone, spreading in the liquid concrete, will keep us together for eternity.

END

Published: 2026-04-29, viewed 71 times.