His old heart almost gave in.
Then he realized the chuckle did not emanate from the lady.
It originated from behind him.
Relief almost settled then he realized something else.
Someone else was there. They had seen what he did. They would tell everyone about it and then...
He inhaled deeply and scanned round the room with his eyes.
No one was there.
It must have come from outside.
He had to finish his task fast before someone got in.
The lustful wave was back.
He began thrusting furiously again.
He was too energetic for his age.
Another chuckle.
This time from right behind him.
Simon opened his mouth to scream.
A gloves hand prevented him.
Then he was swept off balance.
" It was my deepest desire to wait till you were done and jerked off but unfortunately time is not on my side. "
A dark silhouetted figure came into Simon's view.
Simon got to his feet.
" It's not what you think. I can explain. "
" Save it "
The dark figure pulled him and he felt his shaft rest on a wooden bed post.
Three silvery objects materialized into his gloved hand.
Simon was horrified.
They were nails.
What the hell was he going to do?
He felt a sharp tip on the tip of his shaft.
With a swift movement of the hammer it made its way through.
He let out an inhumane shriek.
The immense pain flowed in floods and floods of waves.
The dark figure was not done yet. He went ahead to crucify his testes with the remaining nails.
The pain was more than Simon could bear.
He passed out.
Ice cold water brought him back to his senses.
" Who are you and why are you doing this?"
His voice was trembling.
Cruel.
Evil.
Cruel.
Devil.
Was all he could think of.
Surely his sins did not deserve that much of a punishment.
" Trust me when I say I understand what you must be going through. I know it seems brutal but it is necessary in order to cleanse your sins. You will surely thank me when you shall be dancing in paradise later."
Wait! So he was going to kill him then.
Simon began repenting.
He asked God to forgive him all his sins and to remember the great deeds he had done for the sake of humanity.
He hoped that God understood the reasons for his actions.
It was not out of selfishness but for the greater good.
His tormentor did not give him time to beg for mercy.
A curved knife materialized in the gloved hand and in one swift movement alienated his member from Simon's body.
" Trust me. This is necessary"
The pain did not allow him to scream.
The silhouetted figure stabbed him in the spine paralysing him on impact.
He said a lot of words afterwards but Simon was not listening.
He kept blaming himself for not going home alongside the others.
He knew the answer.
He had been hoping to have a lady delivered in the late hours.
His wish had been fulfilled but it was not even substantial.
" If after all there is anything like reincarnation I hope that you will learn to go home immediately after working hours. "
Simon hoped so too.
His tormentor did not let him suffer anymore.
He moved his blade and slit his throat and rescued Simon from his turmoil.
Simon's thoughts went blank.
His blood painted the floor in a crimson color.