Aline

tags: M/f, humil, garbage, piss, snuff

 

disclaimer: This story is entirely fictional, along with all characters and events described in it. Any resemblance with real life is just a coincidence. Harming another human being is wrong and in no way I am trying to convey the opposite. Please, don't do anything like this!

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Logan expertly mixed the cards in front of me as I watched. I was anxious, since we had lost the last two hands, so I looked behind me, trying to distract my mind for a few seconds.

It was well past midnight, and we hadn't seen anyone for a while, but the weather was still nice and we were having fun. Andrew was sitting next to Logan, watching as Lily sipped her beer. By reflex, I grabbed mine and drank some, remembering the hours before.

We had met them in a bar and after they bought us a couple of drinks we hit it off immediately and started dancing until the place closed for the night. Since it was still early, we followed them along the beach, talking and drinking. They turned out to be two US tourist, much older than us.

They walked behind us as Lily and I sang and danced along the shore. From time to time, I would kiss her lips, teasing them as they called us names.

After a while we arrived at a bar on the beach. It was closed, but it had some concrete tables and benches outside, so we sat there and kept drinking as the night went on.

When we all seemed to be drunk, Andrew told us we were going to play some strip poked, and even though neither of us had played before, we said yes.

The first few hands they taught us the rules and I tried to remember them as best I, but soon we started playing for real and that's when things started going out of control.

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Despite being a newbie, as soon as Logan laid his cards on the table I knew we had lost again. I looked at Lily, a little bit annoyed because she seemed to be losing on purpose, but my head was a too dizzy and I was having too much fun anyways.

I took a sip from my beer, and then laid my cards down, knowing they were not good enough.

Both of them smiled at us, knowing that it was our turn, again, to pay the bet.

I bit my lips, red with embarrassment as I remembered what we had to do now, I instantly regretted saying yes.

"So? Are you going to chicken out?" Logan asked me as Lily laughed next to me.

"Nooooo� I never chicken out!" I said with false bravado as I rose from the table.

My legs felt rubbery and my head started spinning as soon as I did, but after a few minutes I was able to walk.

Lily followed me along towards the sand, a few meters from where we were sitting. In front of us the sea looked dark and forbidding. I could hear the waves breaking violently against the shore and I shuddered.

I took a deep breath and then laid on the sand, facing up. Lily followed me along, laughing wildly and I felt my face burning from the shame. There was no way I would do this if I wasn't drunk.

Over me I saw Andrew, grinning from ear to ear. He kneeled between us, looking at me.

I had lost most of my clothing in the previous hands, and now all I had left was my bikini. The top was a plain orange piece, and the bottom was blue with white flowers. Lily was in the same situation as me, but she was wearing a black bikini, because she always said it looked better with her pale skin and red hair.

She was also half a head taller than me, and her breasts were much bigger than mine, something that always made me a bit envious

"I think we should take this off too." he said as he undid the knot behind my head, loosening my top before I could react.

"Noooo!" I cried, embarrassed. I tried covering my breast, but he had already pulled it off.

"Hey, it's so that it doesn't get wet!" he said laughing as he threw it towards the rest of our clothing.

"Yeah! Don't be such a prude, Aline!" Lily screamed next to me as she took of hers, throwing it towards the beach. I tried to relax, but having them both looking at me wasn't helping.

"Okay, stretch your arms above your head and look up!" Logan told us as he stood in front of my head.

Breathing deeply, I took my hands of my breasts, stretching my arms around his feet and looking up towards him. Above me, he pulled his cock out, aiming it at me face.

I froze as I realized that he was really going to do it. He was going to pee on me! I wanted to get up and run but I didn't want to look like a coward in front of Lily. Besides, it wouldn't be that bad, I said to myself.

Logan seemed to hesitate for a second, and I smiled thinking that maybe he was nervous because this was the first time he was peeing on a French teenage girl. Besides him, Andrew didn't seem to have the same problem, as he started peeing over Lily.

A thin stream of piss shot from his dick straight into Lily’s face and she closed her mouth, trying not to swallow any of it. She grabbed one of my hands, as she tried she squealed with her mouth closed.

As Andrew aimed the stream over her it started splattering onto my face, and I looked away, towards Logan.

Before I had time to back up, Logan did the same and I felt his urine splashing on my face. I closed my eyes and my mouth as he moved the stream over my face and then my chest, drenching my breasts with it.

"Open your mouth, Aline!" he ordered me, and I did it before I realized my mistake.

The stream moved quickly, straight to my mouth and soon I felt it pooling inside me. It felt warm and a bit tangy, but soon it made me gag. I coughed, shooting what I had in my mouth, high into the air before it splashed on my face again.

Above me, I heard him laughing as my face burned from the humiliation. Suddenly this didn't feel that good. I turned my face to the side, trying to escape him but he decided to pee on my hair instead, soaking it completely until he finished.

I stood still as piss dripped from me until Lily started laughing and they both did the same. I felt used and humiliated, and I hated them for tricking us into this.

I started laughing too, but not because I thought it was funny. I sat on the sand, wiping my face with my hands as Logan flicked his cock in front of my face.

"Ughhhh! It stinks!" I cried, revolted. "I am going to wash into the ocean!"

I got up until I felt Andrew’s hand on my shoulder, pulling me back.

"No you won't! That's cheating!" he said, pointing at Lily who was already sitting at the table.

He was smiling, but Logan wasn't looking that friendly as he watched me besides him.

I hesitated for a second, and then went to the table, sitting next to Lily. I grabbed my beer again drinking what I had as I tried to wash the awful taste from my mouth. When it was empty, I grabbed another one and kept drinking.

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After another 15 minutes playing, we had lost the rest of our bikinis and we were now naked on the beach. Next to me, I had added another empty bottle and Lily’s pile was even bigger.

My head was a bit hazy but when I lifted my cards from the table to peek at them, I knew that they were crap. Sure enough, when the hand was over we had lost again. I started cursing, as they looked at us with lust on their faces.

I felt my face burning as it turned red. I quickly finished the rest of my beer and the rose from the table. I wavered on my feet for a second until I managed to stand on my own, and then walked towards the beach.

Lily beat me to it, and she was already laying on the floor when I arrived. She had picked the same placed where they had peed on us, and I could still see the wet sand under her back.

As I gathered my courage, I felt them standing beside me, and I felt a little uncomfortable by their presence, as they were more than a head taller than me, but I pushed the thought out of my head. This was something I could enjoy.

I stepped over her, my feet between her head and then kneeled over her, resting my body on my hands. Lily wasted no time, grabbing my thighs with her hand and spreading my pussy. I moaned in pleasure before I realized that I had done it, and I heard them laughing besides me.

I forgot about them as soon as I felt Lily’s tongue lapping at my pussy. She pulled my hips down towards her face, and soon I was lost in my own pleasure. While we were not lovers, we had laid together a few times before, and we knew how to do it right.

Feeling the familiar warmth spreading through my body, I lowered my face between her legs. I smelled deeply, enjoying the familiar musk of her pussy as I liked her clit. It tasted saltier than usual and soon I realized that is was Andrew’s piss on her.

Disgusted, I continued licking until the taste went away.

I slid my tongue down her slit, burying it inside her. She was very wet and soon we were both deep in a 69 as they watched us. Knowing she liked it rough, I pinched her thighs with my fingernails and from time to time I would brush her clit with my teeth, making her shudder under me.

Soon she had a couple of fingers inside me and I realized I was grinding my hip against her face. I heard her moaning between my legs as I started finger her in return, two fingers inside her pussy and another pressing against her asshole.

Resting a hand on her taunt stomach, I started tugging at the ring in her belly button. She clamped her legs around my head in response, grinding herself against my face.

As she fucked me I felt an orgasm growing inside. My stomach tightened and my knees felt like weak as I prepared for it, but she beat me to it.

She started moaning hard as her body convulsed from the pleasure under me. I kept fucking her cunt with my fingers while I sucked on her clit hard. To my despair, just as my own orgasm was within reach, she collapsed on the floor, exhausted.

I waited for a few moments, hoping that she would continue as I lapped at her exposed sex but when I realized she wouldn't, I lifted my head, feeling frustrated.

Logan was kneeling in front of me, his cell phone in one hand, obviously filming us. I didn't know how to react as they hadn’t said anything about filming us.

"Holy shit, Aline! That was awesome!" she whispered weakly between my legs.

I looked away from the camera, embarrassed, and I covered my breasts with one arm while I sat cross legged on the sand next to her.

Logan then put his cell phone away as Andrew kneeled next to Lily, caressing her neck. She started moaning again, her eyes closed and her mouth slightly open. One of her hands started playing with one of her breasts while the other went down between her legs.

As we all watched, she started playing with herself, oblivious to our presence.

"Want some help with that?" Andrew asked her and she nodded quickly.

He wasted no time pulling down his shorts and then laying on top of her. I watched as he grabbed his cock and then he rammed it inside her in one swift push.

She grunted in pain for a second, but I knew she was still soaking wet inside. He buried himself all the way inside her, and then he started fucking her.

I looked away, feeling a bit weird as I watched my best friend being fucked next to me. Then I realized that Logan was watching me, grinning from ear to ear.

"You didn't get to cum, did you?" he asked me, as he took a step forward. "I can tell. You look all hot and bothered."

I felt really uncomfortable as he looked into my eyes, but then he lowered his pants, pulling out his cock. I bit my lip, as I looked at it while my body felt hot and sticky.

Without thinking, I laid back on the sand next to Lily, spreading my legs for him. I would have never done something so shameless before, but I was way too horny and way too drunk to care.

I propped myself on my elbows, watching as he kneeled in front of me. He took his cock in one hand, and then started rubbing it against my wet pussy, spreading my lips. I moaned in pleasure, tilting my head back and closing my eyes as my orgasm awoke for a second time.

After a few seconds, I felt him pushing himself inside me, his cock spreading my pussy until his hips rested against mine.

In a few seconds, I felt full and at the edge of my own orgasm. I laid on the sand, grabbing my breasts and pinching my nipples as I desperately searched for my own release. Above me, Logan started fucking me wildly, slamming his cock into me as he was punishing me.

As he pounded against me, my ass dug deeper into the sand until I could feel it rubbing against my asshole. The sensation was more uncomfortable than sexy, and I grew frustrated as my orgasm seemed to slowly fade away.

Above me, Logan seemed to be lost in his own world. When I looked at him, he had his eyes closed and his face was contorted in concentration.

Suddenly his hand shot to my face, clamping my mouth and my nose shut. I couldn't breathe, and I panicked. I grabbed his hand, pulling from it with all my strength but it felt like pulling a tree from the ground.

He started moaning in pleasure and I felt him cumming inside my pussy. As soon as he had finished, he released me and I breathed deeply, filling my lungs with air that smelled of sea and piss.

He collapsed over me, crushing me, and then remained still as he caught his own breath. I felt his cock softening inside me and then slipping out. I felt revolted by the sensation, but soon he rose, pulling his pants back up without a word.

I sat on the sand, brushing it from my back and my ass as cum dribbled from my pussy. Without a word he stood next to me, watching as Andrew kept fucking Lily.

I started sobbing as I realized he had used me for his own pleasure, and now that it was done, he just threw me away like a piece of trash. I looked away, but he didn't seem to notice me as I rose, walking slowly towards the table.

My pussy was sore and now his cum was dripping down my thighs. I grabbed my bikini bottom from the floor, grimacing from the stench of piss it had. Feeling more disgusted by the mess between my legs, I used it to clean myself as best I could.

When I was done I had cleared most of the cum, but a little was still dripping out. My thighs felt dirty and sticky, but I had no way to clean myself any better.

When I looked back at them, Logan was filming Lily as she came again. Soon after that, Andrew came inside her. He pulled out and then wiped himself on her thighs as he laid on the sand, her breathing fast and shallow.

I looked at her with envy, as her face had a big smile on it and my body reminded me that I hadn't been able to cum.

They congratulated each other and then they left her on the sand, walking towards me.

I backed a step, until I bumped my ass against the table. Suddenly I realized that we were both naked with two guy we knew nothing about. Worst of all, I was only 15 and they were both twice my age.

I covered my body as best I could using my arms, but they just smiled at me, standing in front of me. They remained quiet, and I thought that maybe they were waiting to see what I would do.

I knew I had to run then, but I couldn't just leave her there. Trembling, I decided to bide my time until I could get away. Then I cursed myself, for not having any battery left on my cell phone.

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After that, Lily returned and told them we wanted to keep playing. I pleaded for her to leave with me, but she told me it was still early and that she was having a great time. They both pressured her along, but it wasn't really necessary, as she sat on the table and grabbed another beer.

I surrendered, not wanting to leave her alone and soon we were playing another hand. As if by a miracle, we won that next one, and I felt a little hope that maybe we would still get out of this one in one piece.

Their bet was to take their shirts off and to drink a shot of vodka, which they did smiling. Instead of feeling like it was a victory, I felt as if we were just being led into a trap. Sure enough, after they filled the glasses again, Lily grabbed them. She drank one and then gave me the other. Stupidly, I drank it in one go, but I regretted almost instantly.

The vodka felt like fire in my mouth, and as it settled in my stomach I felt it burning me from inside. A few moments later, I went up into my head, and I everything became cloudy and distant, like it does on a dream.

Before I realized it we were already playing another hand., but this time though, we weren't so lucky. They finished us off quickly, and I was suddenly struggling to remember what Lily had betted for us.

When I looked at their faces, I knew that it wasn't anything I would enjoy and I felt cold inside me. Despite the warm air, my body covered in Goosebumps and I felt a cold sweat breaking on me. Lily was laughing again, completely oblivious at our situation.

I saw Logan walking towards the bar and thought that then was the time, but when I grabbed Lily’s arm I saw Andrew watching me. He shook his head slowly, and I released her.

He poured two more glasses of vodka and Lily drank hers without a word. I took mine, but I didn't want to drink anymore as I was growing more anxious with every passing minute. He tried pushing it into my mouth, but it spilled on the table, wetting the cards.

"Alaine! The cards!" she said as she tried grabbing them before they were ruined.

Soon I heard Andrew behind us. He had a couple of huge garbage bags in his hands. They looked halfway full and even from where I was standing I could smell the stench coming out of them.

I suddenly remembered the bet. We would have to get inside the bags full of trash for a minute. I rose up quickly, realizing out mistake, but Lily was already walking towards him.

My mind seemed to become sober in a moment as adrenaline shot through my body. I could feel my heart beating inside my head as I followed her along, thinking of a way to escape. I looked around, but the place was still deserted and I couldn't see the street from where we were.

I thought that I could maybe run towards it and call for help, but I was afraid that they would catch me before I could, and that it would only make things worse.

Andrew grabbed one of the bags, opening it in front of Lily and Logan did the same with me.

The bag was much bigger that what it looked, and he seemed to have taken most of the trash out. My mind raced inside my head as I desperately tried to find a way to save us, but I knew I was running out of time and my mind remained blank.

I looked into the bag, hanging my face over it. It was dark inside it, but I could see some pieces of rotten fruit on the top. The stench washed over me, making me dizzy and I had to take a step back to breathe again.

Besides me, Lily was also looking into the bag as she drunkenly wavered on her feet.

"Lily! Maybe this is not such a good idea!" I told her, hoping that she would react.

She looked inside it for a second, frowning as she became uncertain, and I prayed that she would react, but a moment later she laughed it off.

"Don't be such a coward!" she said, grabbing the edge of the bag. "It will be fun!"

I somehow doubted that getting into a bag full of rotting trash was going to be fun, but I looked at Logan and my blood froze inside me.

His face had transformed and he didn't look to be playing any more games. He opened the bag wide in front of me, moving his eyes towards it.

I was terrified as I looked at him, but I couldn't run. I felt paralyzed as my breathing became uneven.

Besides me I heard Lily climbing into the bag, but I couldn't take my eyes away from Logan’s.

"Ewwww! It's all slimy inside!" she cried. I heard Andrew laughing as he pulled the bag up around her.

Closing my eyes, I grabbed the edge of the bag and climbed on it while Logan held it open.

As I went in felt my foot brushing something wet and sticky and then it sunk into a pool of juice on the bottom. I felt my skin crawling in revulsion as I felt trash sticking to my leg. Then I� grabbed his hands as I lifted my other leg over the edge, dipping it into the rotting juices inside.

I stood still for a moment, feeling as something squeezed between my toes, and I shivered in disgust.

"Turn around." he said coldly, releasing the edge of the bag.

I felt my breath catching on my throat as I looked into his eyes, but I knew I had no choice.

I turned myself inside the bag, trying not to slip on the slimy bottom and then I felt him grabbing my hands, pulling them tightly together behind my back. Then, taking an empty trash bag from his back, he tied my hands together.

"This is so you don't get out before your time is out." he whispered in my ear, and my whole body crawled as I felt his warm breath on my neck.

After he was done, I tried pulling from the bag, but the knot felt tight and the plastic started cutting into my skin. After a few seconds, I could feel my hands bloating as blood accumulated inside them, and I knew he had tightened it too much..

"Ohhhhh! Kinky!" Lily laughed next to me, and I saw Andrew tying her hands behind her with a broken power cord.

Once done, he pushed her head down and she kneeled into the bag, disappearing inside it.

"Arghhhh! It stinks!" she said from the inside. She wasn't laughing anymore.

Then I felt Logan's hand on top of my head, and I realized that I was next. Feeling terrified, I turned my head around until I could see his face.

"Please! I am scared, just let us go. We won't tell anyone!" I begged him, my voice cracking from the fear.

He remained silent, but I saw him leering at me, lust plain in his eyes.

I started whimpering as I trembled inside the bag. He started pushing harder on my head, and soon I started to kneel.

As I lowered myself into the bag, I felt trash sticking to my body and the stench grew even worse. Soon I was kneeling inside it and edge was higher than my face. Under me, I felt trash pressing against my ass and my pussy, and my stomach turned inside me.

Fearing I was going to puke, I tried to hold it down. I concentrated on my breathing for a few moments, until I felt it calm down. Even then, I had a bitter taste on the back of my throat.

The stinking fluid sloshed around my ankles as he pulled the bag up, lifting the edge even higher above my head. As he did, the bag tightened and the trash inside it rose to my chest, sticking to my breasts and my back while the juice on the bottom now splashed at my ass.

I closed my eyes, trying to wipe my tears away when I saw his face over me. He had his camera out, and I saw the flash once, and then twice as he took pictures of me while he smiled.

"Do you know what you are now, Alaine?" he asked me.

I closed my eyes, shaking my head from side to side. I knew what he wanted to hear, but I couldn't bring myself to say it. When I remained quiet, he kicked the bottom of the bag, hitting me in the ass and making me jump.

"I am trash." I whispered as he humiliated me further.

Suddenly I didn't care what he would do with those pictures, I just wanted this to be over. They could have their fun with us, I just wanted it to end. He took another picture, and then he looked at me in the eyes.

"Yes you are." he said coldly. "Don't worry, I will make a few air holes for you."

After that, he closed the bag over my head and darkness enveloped me.

I felt strangely calm as I felt him tying a knot over the bag and then another. I think I just couldn't believe what was happening. Then I felt him poking a single hole, the size of a finger high above my head. That made me realize that I had been holding my breath, and I took a deep breath before I realized my mistake.

The stench overwhelmed me almost immediately and I started retching as I pulled from the bag tying my hands in desperation. A few moments later I ran out of air, and I had no choice but to breathe again, and that time I couldn't stop myself.

I started puking violently inside the closed bag. Vomit shot from my mouth, but with the plastic inches from my face it just splattered back into my face and my chest. I cried out in pain as it burned my throat and I started coughing in an effort to clear it away.

Outside I could hear Logan laughing at me. I wanted to shout at him but when I tried too, my abused throat screamed in agony and I realized I could only groan.

As I recovered, breathing only through my mouth, I felt him picking up the bag. I fell to one side and my face landed on something wet and sticky. I had to lift my head up to the side as the liquid sloshed around my chest. I felt it splashing against my chin and I had to fight to stop myself from puking again.

Desperate, I tried grabbing the bag with my hands, but the plastic was slippery and with my hands tied behind me, I couldn't rip it.

Soon I felt him lifting me in the air, and then I was falling. Surprised, I started screaming but a moment later I hit something soft and then I was still again.

"Please! This is not funny, let us go!" begged them, but they just started laughing.

"No, you have to wait a little!" Andrew said over me, just as I heard another bag falling next to me.

"Ungghhh!" Lily cried as she fell. "Guy! What is going on?"

Before I could do anything, I felt another bag landing over me. It crushed me and I lost what little air I had. I started kicking in panic, but soon I felt more bags being thrown on top of me and the weight held me down until I couldn't move anymore.

As the bags settled over me, the bag became tighter and tighter, until I could feel all the trash inside it against my chest and the fluid rose to just below my mouth. Luckily, if I kept my mouth open I could still breathe, but I didn't know how long that would last.

I started crying hysterically, as the dark bag pressed against me, but I couldn't even twist inside it.

With one last desperate effort, I tried stretching my legs under me, but the weight on top of me was just too much, and I had to give up when my legs started trembling from the exertion.

After that I tried to remain as still as possible, as every movement would sent more of the disgusting juice into my mouth and I feared that if I puked again I would drown in it.

"Okay! All set now! We will come back to pick you up in a few minutes." Logan said.

"Don't go anywhere!" Andrew said behind him, mocking us as they both laughed.

Then the whole container started screeching until it shook violently around me. I realized that they had closed the door over us, and I started crying again as I realized they had really done it. They had thrown us with the trash.

Every time I breathed, the filthy bag would stick to my face, smearing vomit and more trash on it. I tried spitting the worst of it, but I couldn't get the taste out of my mouth. Even if I could, the stench inside the closed bag threatened to overwhelm me again at any moment.

That finally pushed me over, and I broke down. My tortured mind couldn't take it anymore and I started wailing and screaming for help, even though I knew no one would come.

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I lost track of time inside the bag. It was a constant effort to breathe, and soon I drifted off into unconsciousness. Every time my head started to fall a little I would wake up screaming as I realized I was still trapped.

After what felt like hours, I realized that I count hear Lily moving anymore. I called her name, but the container remained silent.

"Lily!" I screamed hoarsely inside the bag.

I listened carefully but the only thing I could hear was the plastic crinkling over my head as I moved. I remained still, but the noise kept getting louder. Then I realized that a rat was walking over my head on the other side of the bag.

Terrified, I stood perfectly still, not even daring to breath as I felt it moving over me, closer and closer. Inside the dark bag, I imagined it tearing open the bag to bite me, and I started shuddering.

Suddenly I felt something warm around my thighs and I realized that I had pissed myself in fear. I tried stopping, but I was paralyzed by the terror I felt.

A few moments later I heard the rat move away, and I cried in happiness, thought it was short lived. I called Lily again, and after waiting for a minute, I started fearing that she was unconscious, or even worse, dead.

"Please! Somebody help us!" I cried weakly, but no one was listening.

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Sometime later, I woke up feeling exhausted. The bag was shaking slightly, and I thought that someone was finally coming to get us out.

The vibrations rose until whatever it was, stopped right next to us. I heard someone talking, but the noise was too high and I couldn't understand what they were saying. Suddenly the container started moving until it bumped something.

The noise grew even worse until it became deafening, and then I felt the container raising into the air. My heart froze inside me as I realized it was a garbage truck, picking it up. Desperate, I started screaming and kicking, but I couldn't even hear myself over the noise that truck was making.

A few moments later, the container shook and then it started tilting. The bags moved, crushing me until I couldn't breathe and I panicked. Something hard hit me on the back of the head, and I bit my tongue hard, drawing blood.

Then the bag started rolling and I fell onto something hard again, only to be crushed by the rest of the bags as they fell on top of me. As I had landed on my side, the putrid juices inside my bag covered my face, and I fought to keep my mouth closed, despite the burning sensation inside my lungs.

I felt the pitch of the machine change and then the bags were moving again. The pressure increased rapidly, crushing me under an immense weight and I realized I was being compacted.

When I heard glass shattering all around me, I curled up in a ball, trying to protect my body but it was too late. My left foot got caught against something hard before I could pull it out, and the weight pressed against it was until I hear the bone snapping.

My vision turned white as the pain flooded my mind. Without realizing it I opened my mouth to scream, but my head was still submerged in the rotting juices. It filled in a second, and I started choking on it until I finally couldn't hold it anymore and I started puking again.

With the plastic pressed against me, the vomit covered my face and my hair as I rolled upside down. I coughed, trying to clear my mouth, but now the liquid was pooling around my whole head and I had nowhere to breath.

Just as I ran out of air, the bags rolled once more and the pressure suddenly disappeared.

I ended up with my head barely above the liquid, and I filled my lungs with air. Despite the stench inside the bag, every breath felt sweeter than any other in my life.

When I tried moving my head higher I discovered I couldn't. My leg was trapped on the bottom of the bag, and if I moved, I could feel the broken bone grinding against itself. The pain grew worse as I tried to pull it free until I knew I would pass out if I continued. Defeated, I relaxed my body, as the bag finally settled around me.

The truck started moving then, and every time it stopped I feared they would load more trash until I was finally crushed, but after a while they picked up some speed and kept on going for a while.

Exhausted, I started sobbing and crying, surrounded by rotting trash and my own vomit.

I couldn't lie to myself anymore, and as I admitted to myself that no one was coming to help me, I felt a great weight settling over me, sucking what little energy I had left.

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I must had fallen asleep at some point, because I woke up disoriented and lost. The truck was stopping and soon I heard it beeping as it reversed before finally stopping again.

A small ray of hope grew inside me as I thought they had stopped at the landfill. Maybe I would end up on top where someone could find me. The other options were too awful to contemplate as I waited for a miracle.

Then the engine accelerated as before, and I readied myself for the pain that was sure to come. I tried moving my ankle, but every little movement made my cry from the pain, so I stood still.

A few moments later I heard the truck whining and I started moving. I took a deep breath, and bit hard as the pain rose thought my leg. I tumbled along the rest of the trash, rolling over and over again while trash pressed against my face until I came to a rest. I was lucky to be upright again, but my body was tightly pressed between a few bags.

After a few minutes, the truck drove away and I could hear seagulls around me. What little hope I had was crushed as I tried to call for help, but my throat refused to work. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't even whisper, and neither could I move.

Soon the bag grew uncomfortably hot and when I opened my eyes I could see the sun shining down through the thick plastic. I was so close, yet so far. If I could only stretch my arms I could surely get out, but I had no more strength left in me.

Crying, I fell asleep once again, knowing that I might not wake up again.

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When I woke again I was shivering from the cold. It was pitch dark again, and everything around me felt freezing cold. My teeth were chattering against each other as my body tried to remain warm, but they only thing hot in me was my broken ankle.

It felt hot and feverish, and it seemed to pulse along my heartbeat, but I didn't dare to move it, as I knew I wouldn't be able to stand the pain.

I remembered Lily, but I had no will left to call her. I hoped she had survived, but deep down I knew she was already dead.

Exhausted I simply waited, knowing that I was finally going to die while I hoped it wouldn't take too long. After some time, I realized that I had stopped shivering and that it didn't seem so cold anymore. I smiled weakly, glad to be warm again.

Soon after that, I fell asleep, my eyes closing for the last time.

 

 

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