Dig Your Own Hole (8/9) By Joe Hakim

(1/9), (2/9), (3/9), (4/9), (5/9), (6/9), (7/9), (8/9), (9/9).

She fell off me and onto the floor, blood pouring from the wound on her head. Almost immediately, she sprang up and began circling me. I stood there with my cock hanging out, leaping from foot to foot, trying to anticipate her next move, while feeling a bit ridiculous. It's difficult to appear tough when your tackle's hanging out. She let out a terrible shriek and then she rushed at me. I managed to duck out of the way and clock her a good one on the back of the head as she passed me. She fell to the floor, twitching. I checked to see if she was still breathing. Fortunately she was, but she was out cold. I pulled on some pants and then I dragged her onto the bed.

I pulled out the cord from my dressing gown and tied her to the bedposts. I had done this a few times before, but in entirely different circumstances. I had to look away as I did this - she was truly repugnant to look at, and I gagged as the thought hit me that only seconds before I had had my cock stuck inside this vile crone. I left the bedroom and wedged the door shut with a chair I fetched from the dining room. After having a couple of quick whiskeys and a cig, I decided there was only one thing l could do - go into the office and somehow find a way put a stop to all of this.

I sat and stared at the blank piece of paper, trying to think of ways to start my confession. I shivered as I took a long swig from the bottle of Jack that I had put in the drawer. My head span, but I had to do something. My head started to nod a little - sleep was trying to take over - but just then I heard the crunch of gravel as someone approached the office. The door swung open and I almost expected to be confronted by some kind of hideous phantom, but it was Chris - hideous in his own way, but real. I could tell by his bright red cheeks and the spittle that hung from the side of his mouth that he was pissed.

He walked over to the desk and unceremoniously dumped himself into a chair. "So, what the fuck are you doing here?" he slurred. "I could ask you the same thing," I said, offering him the bottle of Jack. He grabbed the bottle and took a big hit and then passed it back to me. "Everything, my friend, has gone to shit," Chris announced. "The game is over, and I'm here to bring it all to a halt." "Funny that," I said. "I'm just drafting my own confession. I'm getting the whole thing off my chest."

"The guys have just got in touch with me to tell me they're going to down tools and stop working. It's just a matter of time before the press gets hold of this. And in addition, my wife and everyone I know is about to discover that I've been shagging about for the last couple of years." "Oh yeah?" "This stupid little airhead I've been seeing, she's sent a video I made on my mobile phone of us fucking to everyone I know. I'm fucked - well and truly." I had another drink of the JD, and then I said, "It's the fucking curse - I've seen Poltergeist enough times to know that you should never build a house on a burial ground, yet I went along with it anyway."

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