They say your life flashes before your eyes, when you're about to die. Mine didn't.

All I saw was a gun.

The last thing I remember was the cold steel barrel pressed against my forehead, the furious glare of a man, and his trembling hands that didn't hesitate.

'BANG.'

A single bullet straight through my skull. Quick, messy, and ironically fitting.

I'd been caught red handed literally naked, making out with another man's wife. Not my proudest moment, but pride wasn't exactly my strong suit.

It all began five minutes ago.....

In a luxurious bedroom a man pressed a women down with force as he he humped his hips from behind.

"Ehmmm...Aahhh, Yessshh! Fuck me."

"Tha..Haaa! .....That's what I wanted so bad. Yeshhh! give it to me."

"You dirty whore. You enjoy riding a cock other than your husband's right? You lowly bitch." 'SLAP' a loud slapping sound came....as one hand of the man came with huge force slapping her bouncing butt.

"Ahhhmmm." came a shout filled with pain. "Yessss.... I'm a lowly bitch, a depraved harlot attracted to your huge dick Master."

"You make me feel what my husband could never and your huge cock tears me open and reaches soo deep that his little weiner could never."

"I love how your big cock continuously bangs the door of my womb. I love how my pussy has slowly shaped to fit your dick".

"I could never go back to how I was. I'll follow you anywhere and do anything you tell me to. Just don't leave me...ahhhh!."

"Yess, that's what I like to hear. I own you. You're my little bitch, my pocket pussy, my Onohole. You will spread you legs whenever and wherever I tell you to."

"You're just my fucking toy, you got that you fucking slut."

"Ye.....ahhhmmm...Yesshhh. I belong to you, I'm your cum dump that you can dump your seeds into anytime you want master."

As the depraved scene was going on the door to the bedroom opened slowly as a man with a gun tightly held in his trembling hands entered the room. The man- her so called husband, saw us tangled in sheets, and froze there.

Even sensing someone entering the room I didn't stopped humping my hips as I was close to dumping my precious seeds into the woman panting below me with a silly smile on her face and her tongue hanging out.

"Ahrghhhh..." "Ahhhmmmm...yes give it to me fill me up." the women screamed as she felt my humping speed increasing.

With a last powerful push of my hip I shot my seeds deep into the woman's womb as we both roared in satisfaction before she lost her consciousness knockedout physically and mentally and even with my seeds flowing back out of her messed up vagina.

There was a wide smile on her face filled with satisfaction.

There was a satisfied smirk on my face. It was an achievement for me as I had yet once again conquered another man's wife for myself. Before I could turn my head towards the man I felt a cold metally thing touching my forehead.

As soon as I realized what it was, I was too late.

I didn't even have time for a snarky remark. Just 'boom' and lights out. I was shot straight into my head. As I felt my eyes getting heavy I saw the man saying something.

Making out what he was screaming by watching his lip movements a wide smile crept on my face as I fell on his unconscious wife powerless.

I thought that was the end. But death? Turns out, it's just the beginning.

I saw myself out cold with literal hole in my head and even saw the man falling on his knees, the gun fallen beside him. His eyes red with continuous tears flowing out his eyes as if lost something precious.

One second, I was blinking through the haze of my last memory—a pair of furious eyes glared at my cold dead body, screaming something I couldn't hear and then… nothing. No pain, no warmth, just the faintest tug, like an invisible thread wrapped around my chest, pulling me somewhere I didn't understand.

And then I was here under the dark sky as if the sun never exists here. The dull and evil atmosphere surrounding me.

The ground beneath my feet felt brittle, uneven, like standing on a bridge long forgotten by time. Cracks spiderwebbed across ancient stone, chunks missing as if reality itself had started to decay. A line stretched out ahead of me, people shuffling forward in eerie silence, their faces blank, drained of everything human. I couldn't even hear their footsteps, just the faint hum of something… otherworldly.

I followed the line with my eyes until they landed on her.

An old woman sat standing at the front of the line near the end of the bridge, her hunched form barely more than skin draped over bone. Her face was a road map of wrinkles, eyes cloudy yet sharp, like she saw something beyond the veil of existence itself.

In her gnarled hands, she held a simple bowl filled with a liquid that shifted colors under the pale, gray light sometimes dark as ink, other times a sickly, translucent white.

Person after person took the bowl she gave, and drank without hesitation, and continued toward a massive door shimmering at the bridge's end. Its glow was unnatural, too bright for this place, like it didn't belong here. The door pulsed softly, each beat syncing with something deep inside my chest, like a second heart I never knew I had.

People with expressionless faces wearing armor over their bodies walked besides us as if strictly guarding and maintaining the long stretch of a line.

Curiosity or maybe the stubborn remnants of my ego pushed me to look over the bridge's edge.

As I peered down.

A river churned far below, flowing in a direction with enormous force, and no it wasn't water. No reflection greeted me, no ripple of gentle waves. Instead, thick, viscous liquid rolled like molten metal mixed with ink, dark red under the shifting light. Blood. It looked like blood. Not fresh and vibrant, but old, congealed, threaded with darker streaks like veins in rotting meat.

It bubbled occasionally, as if something beneath its surface moved. Watching. Waiting.

A shiver crawled up my spine.

Where the hell was I?

This whole scenario reminded me of chinese myth of underworld about Meng Po and her soup served on the bridge of forgetfulness before entering the cycle on rebirth.

Then seeing the shiny door I guess that's where the sins of a person must be judged before his rebirth. Depending on your deeds you can be born with a gelden spoon or even an insignificant bug.

Remembering my deed before death and my deed throughout my life I started sweating. Seeing no way out I glance at people near me and with some force pushed dozens making them trip and fall over the bridge including myself into the boiling river of blood.