"You aren't afraid?"

She smirked weakly. "Bullet's gonna blow my brain, rip apart my memories. But if I can't remember, it never happened. Right? So why care?"

He laughed. She was strapped to the table, helpless, on her belly. The rifle in her mouth, aimed at the ceiling. The string in his hand.

He hilted, kept fucking until he was almost on the edge...

She moaned. Her tongue played with the cold metal. It didn't matter, she was so close...

He came hard as her body spasmed and clenched, her brain blown out...

"But I remember..." he told the corpse.