vamp’s head lolled
back and his dead, blank eyes stared up at him. Dom immediately turned away,
not wanting to stare into those dead eyes. His nausea got worse; it was like
picking up a dead rat. His stomach churned.
Get it together, buddy!
He became still and repeatedly puffed his
cheeks while he waited for his nausea to pass. He tried to make his mind go
blank, forget about the body in his grip. He closed his eyes. Okay, buddy.
On three.
One.
Two.
Three.
He opened up his eyes again and lifted. The
body came away from the floor. Dom stood upright, the bare heels of the vamp
the only thing now touching the floorboards. He was surprisingly light
considering how tough he was. Dom wasn’t about to question that; the lighter,
the better.
He turned his head to the side, his eyes
fixed on the rug. He headed for it, dragging the body over. The whole time he
had a creepy feeling that the body was gonna come to life in his hands. It
triggered that nausea again.
Don’t think about crap like that! Just
get him on that rug!
He yanked the body across; his heels now
touched the rug. He dropped him. He fell in a heap across the rug, arms
splayed. Dom caught his breath. He looked down at his hands in disgust. They
were dirty, sweaty. He wiped them on his pants, feeling like he’d caught some
kind of disease. He looked down. The vamp in the robe was sprawled across the
rug. He went and neatened him up; shoved his legs across, brought his arms
down. He even crossed them over his chest so he resembled an Egyptian mummy. He
nodded. Now he just had to roll him up.
He bent down, grabbed the edge of the rug
and lifted it up the side of the body. He then grabbed it from below and
pushed. At first it wouldn’t go, so he applied more pressure, his teeth
clenched. Slowly, the body lifted up onto its side. He put more into it, and
finally, he hit that sweet spot. The vamp and the rug began rolling away,
momentum taking them across the floor. Dom got on his haunches and helped it
along, rolling it over and over. The body wrapped nice and tight inside it as
it rolled. He ran out of rug to roll; the loose flap came out on top. Dom
trapped it and bought everything to a stop. Job done.
Good work, buddy.
Dom let out a satisfied sigh and dusted his
hands. He grinned to himself. The body was nicely concealed inside. The top of
his head was still visible, but as his hair was black and the rug was a very
dark color itself it wasn’t so easy to spot. When he went over and checked the
other end. Luckily, the rug was just the right size; you could only see the soles
of his feet if you looked really closely...
Dom thanked his lucky stars for the rug
being there. Without it, the next and final part of the job would’ve been much
harder. Snug as a bug in a rug.
He shivered.
He checked the time again: 1:54. He should
still be okay to get out before they came back. He smiled. After a hairy start,
things worked out okay in the end.
He stood astride the rolled-up rug and put
an arm round each side of it, getting it in a bear hug. He steadied himself,
then heaved it up with a groan and stood upright, the whole thing coming with
him. He gave himself a second to catch his breath while preparing for the
second part of the lift. When ready, he flipped it up onto his shoulder in one
smooth motion. He teetered this way and that for a second or two while he
adjusted to the new load.
Easy, buddy!
He managed to steady himself, his free hand
held out to the side. He gave himself a confident nod; the rug and its contents
were pretty easy to handle from there. Now it was time to leave. He plucked his
Zippo from his pocket, sparked her up, then headed slowly back out to the
corridor and toward the stairs, the package safely on his shoulder. On reaching
the stairs, he slowly began to make his way down them, being extra careful to
plant a solid foot on every step. When he eventually reached Sleeping Beauty,
he eased carefully past him, doing everything possible to
back and his dead, blank eyes stared up at him. Dom immediately turned away,
not wanting to stare into those dead eyes. His nausea got worse; it was like
picking up a dead rat. His stomach churned.
Get it together, buddy!
He became still and repeatedly puffed his
cheeks while he waited for his nausea to pass. He tried to make his mind go
blank, forget about the body in his grip. He closed his eyes. Okay, buddy.
On three.
One.
Two.
Three.
He opened up his eyes again and lifted. The
body came away from the floor. Dom stood upright, the bare heels of the vamp
the only thing now touching the floorboards. He was surprisingly light
considering how tough he was. Dom wasn’t about to question that; the lighter,
the better.
He turned his head to the side, his eyes
fixed on the rug. He headed for it, dragging the body over. The whole time he
had a creepy feeling that the body was gonna come to life in his hands. It
triggered that nausea again.
Don’t think about crap like that! Just
get him on that rug!
He yanked the body across; his heels now
touched the rug. He dropped him. He fell in a heap across the rug, arms
splayed. Dom caught his breath. He looked down at his hands in disgust. They
were dirty, sweaty. He wiped them on his pants, feeling like he’d caught some
kind of disease. He looked down. The vamp in the robe was sprawled across the
rug. He went and neatened him up; shoved his legs across, brought his arms
down. He even crossed them over his chest so he resembled an Egyptian mummy. He
nodded. Now he just had to roll him up.
He bent down, grabbed the edge of the rug
and lifted it up the side of the body. He then grabbed it from below and
pushed. At first it wouldn’t go, so he applied more pressure, his teeth
clenched. Slowly, the body lifted up onto its side. He put more into it, and
finally, he hit that sweet spot. The vamp and the rug began rolling away,
momentum taking them across the floor. Dom got on his haunches and helped it
along, rolling it over and over. The body wrapped nice and tight inside it as
it rolled. He ran out of rug to roll; the loose flap came out on top. Dom
trapped it and bought everything to a stop. Job done.
Good work, buddy.
Dom let out a satisfied sigh and dusted his
hands. He grinned to himself. The body was nicely concealed inside. The top of
his head was still visible, but as his hair was black and the rug was a very
dark color itself it wasn’t so easy to spot. When he went over and checked the
other end. Luckily, the rug was just the right size; you could only see the soles
of his feet if you looked really closely...
Dom thanked his lucky stars for the rug
being there. Without it, the next and final part of the job would’ve been much
harder. Snug as a bug in a rug.
He shivered.
He checked the time again: 1:54. He should
still be okay to get out before they came back. He smiled. After a hairy start,
things worked out okay in the end.
He stood astride the rolled-up rug and put
an arm round each side of it, getting it in a bear hug. He steadied himself,
then heaved it up with a groan and stood upright, the whole thing coming with
him. He gave himself a second to catch his breath while preparing for the
second part of the lift. When ready, he flipped it up onto his shoulder in one
smooth motion. He teetered this way and that for a second or two while he
adjusted to the new load.
Easy, buddy!
He managed to steady himself, his free hand
held out to the side. He gave himself a confident nod; the rug and its contents
were pretty easy to handle from there. Now it was time to leave. He plucked his
Zippo from his pocket, sparked her up, then headed slowly back out to the
corridor and toward the stairs, the package safely on his shoulder. On reaching
the stairs, he slowly began to make his way down them, being extra careful to
plant a solid foot on every step. When he eventually reached Sleeping Beauty,
he eased carefully past him, doing everything possible to
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