Epilogue:
Cold, Cold Lover
New York City
Morgue
The Night After Max's Death
A lone, young female morgue worker made her way down the dimly lit halls of the city's morgue, clutching a clipboard to her chest as she made her way to the body bank in the back. She was a short, pale, gothic looking attendant, with long wavy, bright red/orange hair, dark eye shadow and black lipstick. She wore a black choker with a silver pentagram dangling from it, along with the rest of her black attire. The nametag on her lab coat read Ally.
Ally hummed softly as she entered the body bank and stopped in front of the wall of corpse shelves, that she and a few of her co-workers crudely nicknamed The Hall of Meat. She scanned over the names on the shelve slates until she stopped on one that caught her eye.
Max Caulfield.
Ally: "So, you're actually here, huh?"
Ally smiled and continued to hum as she slowly yanked the shelving hatch down and carefully slid the slab out, which held a small, slender shape under a white sheet.
Ally: (Reading the clipboard) "Chart says that the head is bisected down to the shoulders." (Lifting the sheet aside) "Now let's have a look at you, sweetie."
The chart wasn't lying. The cold, gray discolored head of Max Caulfield was raggedly split down the middle, her pale discolored eyes still partially open. Ally caressed one of Max's cold cheeks and gently tsk tsk'ed as she shook her head.
Ally: (Stroking Max's hair) "You poor thing, Max Caulfield… or shall I call you by your ManicManicUnderground username: VileViolet6969? Yes, I know who you are, Maxie… I was one of your first subscribers and as I matter of fact, I still am..." (Brushing Max's hair back, almost whispering) "You're the one who actually inspired me to work here… and indulge in my new, favorite hobby with all my new toys…" (Holds her hand out, gesturing to the body bank) "Male, female… whatever I'm in the mood for…" (Licks her lips) "You wouldn't believe how many guys die erect…"
Ally took a black scarf out of the pocket of her lab coat and gently wrapped it around Max's head, fastening the 2 halves of her destroyed head together. Ally spoke in a gentle, whispery, ASMR like voice as she then slowly slid the sheet off of Max's nude, gray corpse.
Ally: (Stroking Max's cheek) "It's a shame that you got over 200 likes on that website of ours, and that we'll never get that sexy lil video you promised us earlier this week… but I guess a romantic night with the infamous Max Caulfield will be sufficient instead…" (Checks her watch) "Patrick doesn't come in till 6am anyways. That gives us enough time to play."
Ally smiled, brought her head closer to Max's and kissed her. Ally moaned with desire, feeling that same rush of lurid lust that filled here whenever she acted on her secret hobby. She held the kiss for a few moments and then parted, leaving a small strand of saliva between their lips, which broke upon Ally parting from the kiss.
Ally then giggled and began to remove her lab coat, along with the rest of her clothing as she stared longingly and lovingly at Max. She then made her way over to her purse and began to dig in it, pushing her makeup and other affects aside.
Ally: (Smiling) "I have something of yours that I know you'll recognize." (Removing a discolored long white object wrapped in an evidence bag) "I had to pay a pretty penny for it, but the evidence clerk eventually caved. 2 grand bought me that delicious strap-on cock of yours."
She then made her way over to Max and began to gently fasten it around Max's waist.
Ally: (Almost whispering) "I know your folks are coming tomorrow to claim your body and have it cremated… But tonight, you're all mine…"
Ally stripped down to her underwear and removed her cellphone from her purse, as well as a pair of small, computer speakers. She flipped through the music on her phone until she found the track she wanted. She then plugged the speakers into her cellphone and began to play the slow rock ballad, Timber Timbre's "Run From Me." She then made her way over to the slap, unlatching her bra as she neared Max's corpse.
"Run from me darlin'… run my good wife… run from be darlin'… you better run for your life…"
Ally's bra landed on the floor beside her other discarded clothing garments. As she neared the body, she began to dance gracefully, almost like a ballerina, humming along with the song as she did so. The song filled the eerie, uncomfortable with its unsettling words.
"Run from me baby… run my good wife… run from me baby… you better run for your life…"
Ally then gently slid out of her black lace underwear and kicked them aside, staring feverishly down at Max's remains. She smiled and slowly climbed upon the slab, gently making her way up towards Max.
"Each time I see you… I contemplate… What I love most of all… your swinging gait…"
Ally's bare legs brushed against Max's own cold flesh, giving Ally a euphoric sensation and burst of excitement that filled her stomach. Ally then lowered herself onto the white rubber cock, moaning loudly and deeply as it filled her void. The slab began to squeak and Max's toe-tagged feet began to bounce as Ally's moans filled the room of corpses.
"Run from me darlin'… run my good wife… run from be darlin'… you better run for your life…"
JMD Nelson here! So, didja survive? Are you still here at the end? If so, I thank you for your time and patience! I know that this kind of shock horror/taboo subject isn't for everyone, but if you read the intro, y'all knew what you were in for. But I'm glad that some of you made it through this mixed bag. Oh, don't get me wrong, I enjoyed writing every second of it, but it may not have been for everyone! Thanks again for sticking with it till the end!
Also FYI, the reason it took me so long to post this ending is because I forgot all about it on my old USB, and only found it by chance while looking for something back up my files with, LOL. But alas, here it is.
Anyways, I do have a few more projects lined up that'll be coming out very soon! And I'm also curious to see what kinds of adventures Max, Chloe and the gang get up to in YOUR fanfics, so I'll see you out there!
Thank you everyone, and keep on writing!
- JMD Nelson
