The Virgin Corpse Assignment
Section 3

...THE VIRGIN CORPSE...

...Author by: David Khanz...

...Section 3...

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'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.

In the bright light of the lantern, there was a faint Kesih 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.

"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!

This time Kesih's corpse head was completely made erratic. His face almost fell face down, smelling the bottom of the grave niche, while the lower chest remained face up.

"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.

Basri knows, it is very risky to use public roads as usual. Worried about meeting locals who are patrolling. He also took a shortcut. Explore the area of gardens and rice fields in pitch dark conditions. Not once, this man was plunged into bedding slippery and muddy soil until the clothes worn were almost not in the form of. One thing for him was to keep the shroud rope from escaping the bite. As much as possible should be given to Ki Jarok directly through his mouth.

"Hooaaakkk!" Basri suppress nausea that again hit the chest, due to the foul smell of the rope. Thankfully this time was no longer accompanied by great vomit like before. Maybe because the contents of the man's stomach had been drained empty of egging. So soon too, his footsteps swung like a wind round*****pick.

...SERIATE...