You then come to a stop. “I’m attributing cause of death to a heart attack. Also… is that? A shiver runs down your spine as the woman slips her cold, plastics gloved hand down your bust and feels up your bare breast. No further investigation necessary.”
You hear the click of the recorder stopping. They would do all sorts of things to you. Occasionally, they would put a chicken in a water balloon and shove it up inside you, and pretended you were pregnant. You felt his hot, pulsing stream deposit itself in your cold womb. He appears to be the same age, with curly brown hair, and the same white lab coat. Was that all? A couple seconds latter, your feel a drizzle of liquid begin to escape from your crotch. Weight, around 140 lbs. Don’t worry, I’m going to make sure you have plenty of fun before the end.”
You hear the doors of the room clatter open, and a male voice begins to speak. Was there some kind of accident? From what you can see at least, she doesn’t look like some fashion expert herself, so who the hell is she to judge!?
