Novel & Cerita Buried To The Hilt

The more I dug, the harder I cried, the dirt staining my hands and clothes until I was as much a part of the earth as they were about to be. I was burying the only love I had ever known, and with every shovel of dirt, the girl I used to be was dying right along with them.

Deepened. There was something else that sat beneath it. Something sharper.

losing my soul for some skin. My hands worked through the night, covering my arms in blood. And when I was finished, I rolled the skins up, looking at the bare musculature of the two young men. Then, I started to do as I promised, to bury them. I dug a grave so deep that it would take even more effort to dig up again, and put the young men in. With exhaustion, I started to cover the young men back, and just before sunrise, I had fully buried them.

“Here.” “What’s this?” she asked as she slowly collected the bag from him. “See for yourself.” She looked at him one more time before opening the bag. She pulled out a hoodie. A white hoodie with the words ‘the moon is beautiful’ written in italics printed on it. “It’s the same type...you’re wearing.” “Yes,” he smiled. “It’s oversize so it wouldn’t be so obvious you’re on uniform.” “Daniel, i-” “No, it’s okay. You’re going to keep it. Please, keep it.”

I looked down to see that I had miraculously taken in all his length and he was buried inside me all the way to his hilt. --To be continued...

Present – Buried Alive A violent shock of adrenaline surged through me, snapping me back into the present. The weight of the dirt pressed against my chest, squeezing my ribs, making it impossible to take a full breath. My fingers twitched, barely able to move in the dense, suffocating soil. Every tiny shift felt like trying to push through concrete. My fingers twitch in the darkness, trying to claw upward. The soil shifts – just barely. Not enough. My lungs were burning. Each breath is shorter than the last. I tried to take in air, but the pressure was too much.

She could not help but cry out in pain. Of course, the most miserable thing was Zhou Tian. The soil on it was more than one meter thick and completely buried Zhou Tian. Zhou Tian fell and buried, feeling nothing but pain all over her body! The most terrible thing was that he was buried firmly in the ground and couldn't even breathe. He had to suffocate after a while. Zhou Tian cursed in his heart. This was too unlucky. What kind of hell was this place? Why did it suddenly collapse? The branch pierced Zhou Tian's arm. It hurt badly, but Zhou Tian had no time to care about it.

Halil was an excellent shot. If this was it, he wasn't going to fuck up his own death like he'd fucked up everything else. He crouched down and sat on the edge of the grave before pushing himself inside. Something crunched under his booted feet. Rotten wood and bones, he suspected. They'd excavated an old grave. They would kill him and cover his body with the soil. They'd pay the cemetery caretaker to look the other way until grass grew over the grave and it looked the same as every other.

came running back, slightly out of breath. Completely unaware of the situation, he reported loudly, almost proudly, "Mr. Smith! It's done! Just like you ordered, I dumped the old lady into the septic tank behind the hill. Fast and efficient!" Hearing that, the last thread of sanity in Nash's mind snapped. "What… what have I done…" He grabbed his head with both hands, collapsing like a wounded animal, crying out in despair. Watching him like that, I felt nothing. No sympathy. No pity.

Half-deaf from the roar. Behind me, Victoria stood in the center. Arms spread. Accepting. "Long live the Ashfords!" she screamed. The cavern collapsed. I made it to the stairs. Climbed. Faster. Debris chasing me. Rock and dust and death. I burst into the upper level. Torres right behind me. Sarah unconscious in another agent's arms. The shaft entrance imploded. Sealed. Victoria buried under thousands of tons of stone. "Is she—" I gasped. "Did she—"