She screamed into her gag as the train grew closer and closer. She was still struggling to get free, in fact, it looked like she tried a little harder as the train grew closer and closer.
It did her no good, though. I'd tied her up too tightly, and she should couldn't even begin to get the rope loose before the train was on her. Three large, heavy locomotives and a long string of cars rolled right over her, not stopping, not slowing down, not giving an sign that the crew even knew what they'd hit, and it turned her into pulp and kept going.
I was vaguely aware of this, however. The pain was so great now that I couldn't move. My vision rapidly faded. I could still hear the train, but I could no longer see it. I couldn't move, couldn't breath. My limbs felt like they were on fire.
I tried to stand up, but couldn't make my limbs move. I couldn't tell if I was standing or lying.
I wanted to fight for life, but couldn't.
The bitch once told me we'd go within a few hours of each other. I guess she was right.
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