I was terrified, but I somehow knew that the sudden wind behind me would inevitably push me into the wall, deform my body into a luminescent blue ball, and make me pass to the other side through that tiny c***k.
It was an intense and bothersome wind: my hair flew in all directions and my skin wrinkled. It rapidly grew strong, then wild and violent. By then I was squashed against the wall like a poster. Then it focussed on me with all its strength. The message was clear: ‘Ever forwards!’
And I let it carry me, although I feared the idea of passing through the small c***k, even in the form of a blue ball of light; it literally took my breath away and hurt my ribs, despite my presently being dead. But it was one of those inevitable changes that must just happen, willingly or not. There was
