The Virgin Corpse Assignment
Section 101

...THE VIRGIN CORPSE...

...Author by: David Khanz...

...Section 101...

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"Likeih choose to die, the day before their wedding," added Ki Jarok while closing his eyes, like he was laughing at the moment of the unfortunate incident. "He hanged himself in his room" said the elder closing the story.

Basri recalled very well the messages delivered by the old shaman. " .. you happened to come at the right time, Young man. Asking me to make your life a poor dream come true. There's also no point in the tragic death of that poor virgin. Hik-hik hik-hik."

Helpful? Sure oes. Basri is tired of being cooped up in his moribund life. While the fate of Sukaesih is not as lucky as the beauty of the face he has.

'Considering the way of your life, Kesih, ' Basri muttered as he looked at the virgin's body. Then before the man finished the task, first recite some special sentences. A kind of spell from Ki Jarok. After which, slowly while holding his breath, Basri bent down into the recesses of Kesih's tomb. Approaching the head towards the neck of the corpse with the thump of the chest increasingly roar. Doubtful but insistent heart is already wet. Even if you face unexpected events, so be it. Perhaps the last fatal risk is his own life.

Crews!

Gigi Basri managed to bite the thread of the shroud strap on the neck. It was interesting very quickly, the ritual was over. Ride back upstairs, then go see Ki Jarok before anyone catches him later. But the backward movement of the man's head was restrained. The bite almost escaped, but the strap of the corpse was even more difficult to pull. What the hell is going on?

"Emppchh!" Basri was still trying to hold his breath while tugging at the rope. Just keep flinching. While his chest hurt.

"Well! Jeezoo!" the man was surprised amazingly. The pull of his teeth even helped reverse Sukaesih's body until it fell flat on its back. Spontaneously he took off the thread of the corpse while inching away.

"Ohhhhh!" Unconsciously Basri shouted with a deathly paled face.

Illuminated by the dim light of the lantern, a faint look Kesih's face covered in white cotton. Some have been released until it looks like how the condition of the corpse is now. Pallid white swelling, with eyeballs protruding as if to splash away from within their sockets. No longer black or brown as generally the eyes of living humans, but faded in line with the overall pattern of the circle. While in the area around the cheeks appear bulging like getting ready to break masai. How horrifying. Much different from the awkwardness that spread during his life.

"Hooeekk!"

Back Basri experienced severe nausea when forgot to take the rest of his breath due to the countless tightness. Following his entire head felt as if he was about to explode violently.

'It's so rotten!' beat the man while holding his stomach and neck.

How now? The body has changed position. Facing up. It felt like Basri finished his work by pulling the rest of the shroud straps around the corpse's neck by hand. But he remembered Ki Jarok's message saying he had to take it with his teeth and he would know if it was cheating. 'I could have lied to that fucking shaman, but it's useless if my job tonight would have ended up in vain. Huh, fuck!' The guy did not stop grumbling.

Still shaking violently due to holding back fear, Basri slowly came back forward with the lighting of the lantern approaching the neck of Kesih's body that began to rot. He closed his eyes and held his breath with all his might, looking around for the damp end of the corpse rope mixed with the scent of the carcass with his mouth. It truly is an unparalleled torment. Against the fears and horrifying shadows of the body, with the desire to complete the ritual immediately that night.

"Don't, Kang …."

"Geez!" exclaimed Basri surprised as he chanted back to back. His breath was hunting, drenched in cold sweat, and his face was turning pale as bloodless. The lantern in his hand was not aware he was throwing into the corner of the grave. The messy rupture ignites the remaining long and wet wicks of the kerosene, then ignites a larger fire to illuminate the grave niche. The flames soon soared to the surface of the tomb. "M-corpse i-tu b-talking," hiss Basri stuttered while staring at the corpse golek for a while. But then it was realized, the position of Kesih's corpse was still like that. Silence doesn't move a bit. ' .. or is it just my hallucination? Yes, God!' He swallowed a few times. Suddenly dry until not a single drop flowed his throat which was also scratched.

'Wawat! This flame can arouse the suspicion of local residents, ' Basri sat so glanced at the fire of the lantern axis in the corner of the cemetery. 'I've got to quickly pull the damn rope off as soon as possible. Whatever happens, it has to be done.'

"Aahhh, care the devil about all that!"

The man approached the target point blindly. He was determined to end the ritual by throwing away the fear that haunted earlier. As force bit the end of the shroud rope and pull strongly until the position of the Kesih corpse head also shifted.

"No, Kang. I beg …."

The voice was heard again. Whispering of Basri's eardrum in the middle of the diabolism.

"Well, you fucking corpse! Let me take a little of yours that is of no use to you!" basri said growling furiously. "Let me realize my dream of being a rich man! Release!"

"Don't, Kang."

"Let go!" the man shouted furiously between his bites, then immediately raised a fist violently hit the skull of Kesih's corpse.

Cracks!

There was a bone fracture crackling as Basri's fist hit the target. Instantly the head of the corpse turned tilted with the rest of the cotton regardless showing the original figure now.

"Fuckin' salt!" shouted Basri panting after successfully pulling off the rope of the corpse, then stood haughty and added his hit with a foot swing to the same part as before.

Crews!

"Felt! That's what it's gonna do against me, fucking corpse! He-he," said Basri accompanied by his sickening piety. As if feeling happy now, because it has managed to have the requirements requested by Ki Jarok.

Without wasting any longer, the male scabbard immediately climbed the surface of the tomb. Running as fast as he left the grave of Kesih the ravaged. While the flame still flowed from below accompanied by a puff of black smoke soaring high.

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There's no other choice at all. Basri decided to perform the gruesome ritual for the second time.

So after feeling somewhat recovered, the flat man was immediately looking for the grave target he would dig. This time the target is not only a grave belonging to a virgin adult woman, even the tomb of a baby girl who is still holy was born-inner. The age of death was not more than seven days or a week. It might be better and not too scary, Basri thought.

It's not too difficult. That means in terms of security. Because the baby's grave often does not get security as the adult grave. Rarely held a routine recitation for seven days in front of the tomb of the man who is still sacred.

The long-awaited Friday night arrived. In the middle of the night, Basri immediately settles in a public burial complex of a nearby village. From the observations over the past few days, he got word that in the village there was a new tomb. A premature baby who died late did not get medical help.

With a small lantern, Basri dizzy pay attention to the atmosphere around to make sure no human will catch him doing a special ritual.

‘This time seems like it will be much easier and faster. He-he,’ Basri said inwardly. ‘The depth of the baby's grave, the most how many meters. Besides, there's nothing to be afraid of. Just like the time when dismantling the grave Kesih. Hi-hi.’

Basri smiled to himself. Imagining will regain the things that are the focus in finding worldly life.

Sneaking amidst the darkness, he finally arrived in front of a small-sized tomb and still looked very new. For a moment he sat cross-legged, chanted a few sentences of incantation, then began to scratch the grave ground using his fingers.

“Sorry yes, Deck. I interrupted your long sleep,” Basri said with a cry. “Bapak just need a little part of the body wrapping Adek. Doain yes Father in order to succeed in becoming rich. Later Adek will also be Father doain into heaven. Hi-hi.”

It didn't take long, half of the heap of the tomb's soil had already succeeded him dredging. Just a little more will soon arrive at the body stored in there. Just need to bend a little, take a rope binding shroud, then go home relaxed, and will be given directly to Ki Jarok.

But the shadow of Basri's success getting what he wanted, suddenly there was someone who shouted from a distance and surprised the man greatly.

“Woi, there is a thief! Allianggg! Please ... there is maliinngggg!”

Basri was stuck and immediately got up from his job. Without a second thought, he immediately ran away from the tomb area.

“Kejaaarrr! Kejaaarrr!”

Basri did not know which way to run. The condition of the village is not fully known. Just run and run as fast as possible amid the cries of the citizens who continue to follow him.

Unfortunately there is fate. In the middle of the journey, a group of citizens came to intercept. There was no other way, Basri had to turn the running direction. But all the roads seem to have been surrounded. The guy was confused. Silence is not possible, running will be free. If you try to fight, you will lose easily. Their numbers are much more.

“Ampuunn! Ampuunnn!” basri shouted for forgiveness from a group of residents who surrounded him.

Basri shouted like a whisper in the crowd. Almost no one could hear. Even if there are also, it is unlikely that they will care.

“Harp!”

“Kill!”

“Burn him alive!”

“Turn off!”

Basri can only stop. Covering the face as much as possible with both hands from the inevitable mass tantrums. One by one their fists landed heavily on their heads, faces, chests, backs, and the rest were in the form of blunt objects hit painfully hard.

Basri fell down and began to bathe in blood. When they are helpless, no voice tries to break up or asks them to stop committing savagery. Half of consciousness is beginning to diminish. Pain is no longer common. Perih mixed with blood gurgles scattered from gaping wounds in several parts of the body. The czech man was no longer able to think anything. Then his whole body suddenly cold. Either because of the night air or something liquid that suddenly drenched me. Just a moment later, everything suddenly turned hot. Around the place where Basri rolled into a fiery red accompanied by a flash of deadly light. It was a flash of flame that would soon roast alive.

Basri groaning. No more screaming. Because his throat was no longer able to make a sound. Slowly in the midst of unparalleled heat; his hearing, taste, and sight were blurred. The smell of burning flesh was increasingly stinging between the puff and the cries of the citizens blaring. Everything happened like fast. Until finally, the man's squeaky body no longer moved. Not moving at all. Silence is stiff between the flames that make the entire skin darken. Death is as sad as the oath of absorption of a Basri when dismantling the tomb of Sukaesih first.

'Considering the way of your life, Kesih, ' Basri muttered as he looked at the virgin's body.

Now Basri is experiencing the same thing. It's even more horrible. The corpse rope that became his dream, now he will have soon. Not having another body, but the binding of his own shroud ....

...T A M A T'S...

(Hope to continue the story of this novel in ‘BILL 2’ VIRGIN CORPSES here. Thank you and see you again.)