Diruktober Day 27: Pink Killer

      Diruktober is a DIR EN GREY themed inktober challenge by re_be_ka_f. I chose to use them as writing prompts to join in on the fun. 


Twilight on your hospital table. 

Your mind has been fading for a long time. 

It’s been hard for your loving family as you forget their faces one by one. 

It was even harder when you started furiously masturbating as they gathered to say their goodbyes. 


Benevolent Nurse brought her hand to her mouth to cover her gasp. She then politely offered to hold open the door, inviting your family to leave. 

Most of them shuffled out in shame except your son, who quietly waited for the door to close. 

Benevolent Nurse watched as your son, carefully and with only respect of your memory in mind, pulled the hospital pillow from behind your head. 


He placed it over your face, a glance toward the nurse of desperation begged for an agreement of silence. She didn’t protest, struck by the fear of witnessing a murder. Was it murder if you had been this close to dying, after all? 

She watched your son suffocate you. You didn’t stop masturbating. Your rotten brain knowing nothing but the ecstasy of death. 


You came all over your hand as a last action of defiance before your lungs gave out in a rattling shiver. 

Then, you shit your pants. 

That’s how you died, with a fistful of cock and a pantsful of shit. 

Your family chose not to come back in. 

The nurse chose not to speak. 

The funeral was closed casket. 


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