Charles whimpered and watched as parts of the girl’s scalp fell away in clumps taking her hair with it. The fingers at his scalp began to massage his head carefully and calmly. Charles closed his eyes refusing to take part in the sexual horror that had overtaken him. The hand at his head began to move, shaking his head back and forth like a dog with a toy. The girl shook him as if by abusing his brain she might force him to participate, to open his eyes and take in the horror.

Charles refused to submit, and finally the jerking of his head ended with his neck being broken. Charles was found later alone in the room, covered in vomit and dried cum and bits of rotten flesh. His body was spread across the floor in a ridiculously reverent pose. His head hung lifelessly to the side.

His soul lingered to watch the removal of his bits and pieces. He wondered what his mother would say, and if she would mourn him. He felt cheated, his first encounter had not gone according to plan at all.