Of Assassination and Murder - part 2

[Aurora]

She twitched and her head moved slightly. He came out of the dark angry cloud in which he had been biding his time. He clenched his jaw in anticipation as he straddled her and began to choke, only lightly at first. He wanted to see her eyes. It was all in the eyes.

They opened and for one brief and glorious moment, he was in pure orgasmic ecstasy. And then he was not. He was lying on a bed, looking into the face of death, pain fountaining from a thousand places. He was hanging from a chain, throat raw from screaming, heart weak and fear choking him. He was burning alive in fire, every nerve of his in agony. He was in the water looking up, struggling for breath as he beat on the glass that blocked that sweet precious air he so craved.

Every possible variation, every painful thing that could be imagined, he felt it all at once. Pain a blanket smothering him, sneaking down his throat when he opened his mouth to scream, inescapable. Terrors stalked his mind, relentless in their pursuit and there was no place he could escape to. And he long for death, prayed for it, pleaded for an end. But it went on and on and on....