Pine

PINE
Rated: R- NC-17
Notes:
This is my first ever completed Original. I tend to start things and not finish them.. I've had a couple people beta but if you catch anything please do tell me. Also, I am a feedback whore, so please please do leave a review!
theres some torture and gore. if you don't like it you don't have to read, but I encourage you to give this a chance.

/// Indicates song ///


1:45AM

The box is just 5’10” long, roughly 2 feet across, and a foot and a half feet high. There’s no padding but it’s pretty spacious for my 5’6” frame, which is what the Doctor said how tall I was the last time I went in for a checkup. I had a cold or something and had been feeling pretty shitty for about a week.

So, anyway there’s a little room for me to move around. It’s….It’s…
It’s a little hot in here; I’ve been in here around 5 hours or so. The oxygen is starting to get low. I happen to have a watch that includes a light. It has turned out quite useful counting down the last hours of my life….Last hours..

1:48

I’m proud I didn’t piss myself when they started burying me, I’m sure if my parents knew about it, they would be proud. Well, perhaps not about the bleeding fingertips. I shouldn’t have started scratching at the lid. Sometimes like now, it seems like the walls are closing in and the smell is really oppressing..and..a part of me still doesn’t believe this is happening.

1:49

It’s so quiet. Which is kinda bad, because now I’m thinking of the Bitch. One of her legs and one of her arms is in here with me; heaven knows where the rest of her is. She conceivably could still be alive; who knows with that Sick Fuck that got us. No, she’s probably already dead… Maybe…maybe he still has her body and is doing some necrophilia shit with it. I wouldn’t put it past him. I mean really, who in their right mind would fuck with the mob? Seriously, what a fuckin Bitch. I think that cunt would screw her dog over if she thought it would get her something. To be honest, I should have known better. You can’t trust a pretty face and nice ass.

1:52

It would probably help you more if I started out at the beginning, which would be when I met her I guess. It was six months ago. I was at this cool little nightclub called Ruby Q’s with a couple of friends, and for once it hadn’t been that crowded. She came wandering over in a barely there jade green top and black skirt. Her hair was long and silky black, and her eyes were this sparkling shade of baby blue that implored you to trust and adore her. We were both feeling pretty mellow and it didn’t take many more drinks to get us well sloshed. We made our way out the back door, astonishingly she had been just sober enough to be cautious, and went back to my place.

The next morning there’s a note on my nightstand with her ripped thong, saying that if I wanted to see her again I should meet her back at Ruby Q’s around 8 that evening.

The sparks of passion that flew the previous night had morphed into a slow and intense burn the second time around. Without the alcohol haze, we still found that we had a lot in common. We headed back to my place and back to bed. I couldn’t even begin to tell you all the ways we tried. It was mind blowing. I was totally entranced by her. It wasn’t only sweet, it was fun. I’m not the type that believes in that love at first sight bullshit, but she made a strong case for it.

Fuckin Bitch.. This can’t be happening to me.

It seemed like she genuinely liked me. At least now, I’ll never make that mistake again.. heh.

Hmmmm. 2 AM. I wonder how much longer I can last…

It was two weeks later when I saw her. She had never given me her number, even when I had given her mine. Her excuse was that she didn’t want to rush because she’d been hurt in the past, and she’d be more comfortable if things went at her own pace, and I ate it.

I ate it I ate it I ate it.

For chrissakes we had already had sex five fucking times.

I’m banging my head against the lid now. It would be sweet if I knocked myself out. The little warning bells were drowned out by the blood pounding in my ears. Other parts too..

Well, when I saw her that next time, she was on the arm of Sick Fuck. He literally oozed mafia, and I remember that my heart stopped a second. He was flanked by two cronies and they were walking into an exclusive nightclub. My drive home was through a haze of tears. The next time she called, it was very hard to act like nothing was wrong. I focused on trying to stay calm, and praying that there was a rational explination. Mostly I wanted her to explain who the fucker was, and why she lied to me.

The meeting was at Ruby Q’s as usual, and I was halfway through a Guinness when she jumped on me from behind and nipped my earlobe. I wanted to turn around and throw the Bitch into the bar and slam her head into it repeatedly, but I settled for yanking her necklace and demanding she explain what I saw.

2:13

I’m so tired now. I’ve shouted myself hoarse. No one’s going to find me though. They’re not going to even start looking for me until four more days from now. An actual vacation in New York would have been immensely better than this. Why me God? Why me? This isn’t right…so very not right.

2:14

She turned white and looked around wildly for a minute before dragging me off to one of the darker corners of the club. She explained that the man, you’ll get a kick out of this, was named Marco Corleone.

No Kidding, I swear to God. Marco Freakin Corleone.

2:15

God, if you want to take anyone, if anyone deserves to be taken it’s him.
He was a second generation Sicillian who ran his family on a foundation of money laundering, the arms trade, and a bit of human trafficking on the side. Your average, fine upstanding citizen. It gets even better. It turns out that she’s engaged to the guy. She tells me that she’s essesntialy being forced into marriage and she really does care for me. He treats her like a posession. She tells me all of this as if it excuses all of her lying. Which it doesn’t, but I’m focused on the scent of her Chanel #22, and the feel of her body as she clings to me. Cue the violin music.

There’s no reason I should forgive her, and she knows that, but she pleads with me to run away with her, and help her get out of this situation. There was an emptiness inside of her; she was so lonely waiting around whenever Marco left. Well, she was lonely even when Marco was around, but she had been desperate for any sort of human connection, and spending those two nights with me had made her feel alive for the first time in ages.
No matter how much I didn’t want it to, it struck a chord within me. Even after she had lied to me, I still wanted to find out more with her, to see where this “thing” led us.

2:20

///I took my love, I took it down
climbed a mountain and I turned around
and I saw my reflection in the snow covered hills
'til the landslide brought it down

oh, mirror in the sky
-what is love?
-can the child within my heart rise above?
-can I sail thru the changin' ocean tides?
-can I handle the seasons of my life?
I don't know.....

well, I’ve been afraid of changin'
'cause I’ve built my life around you
but time makes you bolder
even children get older
and I’m getting older too

oh, take my love, take it down
climb a mountain and turn around
-and if you see my reflection in the snow covered hills
well the landslide will bring it down///

2:21

I’m only 25. I could have left it alone and there was a good chance that I would have found another beautiful young thing and lived happily ever after. This was just one of those pesky times when my Optimism won out over my previous constant Pessimism.

I wanted to be the one to finally get the girl.

I had visions of getting two Uzi’s and busting into Marco’s mansion, guns blazing a-la Neo in the security building.

I don’t want it to end this way. I want another chance. Just let me live to have my emotional reunion in the rain. My ride off into the sunset.

2:21

We left by the back door. We went back to my place.

2:21

Have you ever had desperation sex? It only happens when one or more of the parties are in major serious shit. There’s a lot of tears and frantic kissing, and everything is spinning and your heart pounds so painfully you feel like you could almost pass out.

It was fantastic. It….was terrifying.

Marco came back that weekend and it was business as usual with the little addition of clandestine meetings between her and I in coffee shops, back alleyways, and movie theaters. Anywhere and anytime we could. It was hard because he had a large family, and everyone had to be involved with the planning of the wedding. She was busy keeping up appearances. There were a lot of things to get obviously, so whenever she asked him for money to pay for things, she always padded the sum so that the extra could be funneled into a secret account. We knew he would be pissed, but we figured that if we left the night before the wedding it would be even harder, and he would likely be angrier if she left him at the altar. While she was doing that, it was my job to acquire some fake passports and IDs.

There was one opportunity, when he went back to Italy for a week to take care of a few things. Their honeymoon was to be there, and he wanted to personally check out the security and make sure that all arrangements were made for their arrival.

It was easier than I expected to find someone who made fake passports and IDs. The bouncer at Ruby Q’s was a little lax about letting in younger people; as long as their ID’s looked fine he didn’t press them much. All I had to do was pull aside a couple girls that looked a tad bit too young to be 21. I struck out a couple times before one gave me a lead to this guy named Orlando. I got all the necessary documents a week and a half later, two days into Marco’s jaunt to Italy.

2:30

Which takes us to last night.

Ruby Q’s seemed like a fitting place to say goodbye to our current life, so we met there one last time at 6PM. We had one last drink and slipped out the back.
At least we tried to, but were met by 4 guys who tossed us in the back of one of Marco’s Alfa Romeos. They drove around for a bit and when they opened up the trunk we were dragged around the back and to the basement of the mansion. Marco was already there. He had her note in one hand, and was fingering the engagement ring with the other. Behind us, two more guards came down to surround us as we kneeled on the floor in front of him. Without saying a word, he tossed some pictures that showed us in a coffee shop together, as well as one of the late Orlando. It turns out that one of Marco’s associates had been at Ruby Q’s one of the nights we met and had told him. From that point he had a private investigator watching us both.

He turned to my princess, and told her if she decided to cut ties with me right now, that he would give her a second chance. He’d prefer not to deal with this whole mess and if things could be smoothed out quietly it would be easier for both of them. I was dead no matter what, but he was trying to decide her fate. He loved her enough to give her a chance.

///We’ll make things right, we'll feel it all tonight
we'll find a way to offer up the night tonight
the indescribable moments of your life tonight
the impossible is possible tonight
believe in me as I believe in you, tonight///

I wanted to tell her to take the second chance but I couldn’t speak. I think she saw it in my eyes anyway. She smiled at me and told him a matter-of-factly that he could go screw himself and spit on him. I thought I saw the Devil in that next moment when he stood up. We edged closer together and he took the stairs two at a time out of the basement. That’s when three of the goons started to work me over. They made her watch as they alternated between punching and kicking me. They took a break at one point, and we could all hear Marco trashing things above us. It stopped and he came back down with his tie hanging askew and his hair disheveled. One of the things stored in the basement was an antique armor complete with a large axe. He took it as he passed by and the goons hastily dragged me out of the way. My poor princess was rocking and crying by that time, and she cried out in terror as she was stretched out on the concrete floor. The axe fell so slowly as he chopped off her arm. She was screaming and two of the goons were choking me to restrain me. Marco dropped the axe with a thud and wiped his hands with a towel handed to him. He came over and kicked me in the face, and that was the last I saw of the basement. I woke up in my box to the sound of them hammering nails in the lid and the smell of my girlfriend’s rotting body parts.

2:45

My parents are hanging above me. They’re pressing down on my chest, so I won’t have to suffer much longer. Thanks guys. I wish I could have seen you one last time. Hopefully I’m not seeing you because you’re dead too. I wasn’t supposed to go before you, but I love you both so much it would have killed me to see you go eventually anyway. Ma I should tell you I wrecked the gingerbread house that one year. I was trying to take the candy cane off and the whole thing collapsed. Andy was a dick, and he deserved the blame anyway. Andy Dick. Andy the Dick. Dick…Andy Dick.

3:05

If I crack the box, the dirt above will suffocate me. The cave in should be visible from above though, and hopefully it will cause people to investigate and my body will be found that much sooner. Oh wow, I can see the bones from my fingertips now. Hah hah ha! Ow, Gods, my heart feels like its twisting in my chest. I’m shaking. I’d better do this now before I don’t have any strength left. I can’t believe I lasted this long, I want it to end already.
*scrape scrape scrape scrape scrape*

///Gee, but it's hard
When one lowers one's guard to the vultures
Now, me I regard it
A torturous hardship that smolders
Like a peppermint eaten away
Will I fight? Will I swagger, or sway?
Tee hee, milady
She cries like a baby
Scold us
See her tumbling down///

I can feel it splitting a bit.
Here Goes Nothing.

AuthorsNote: The five stages of death are:
Denial, Anger, Bargaining, Depression, Acceptance
this was kind of a study of that process
songs are: Fleetwood Mac- Landslide, Smashing Pumpkins- Tonight Tonight, and Venus in Furs- Tumbling Down
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