Melissa could hear Mr.Pruce. Melissa could smell the jet fuel and feel the pain. Her naked, bruised and broken body was covered in warm, wet, jet fuel; which seeped into her cuts and bite marks with a stomach turning, excruciating burning sensation engulfing her open wounds. She had a few broken ribs and breathing was difficult as she tried to pull herself over to the hatch; which now was below her. Mr.Pruce heard her moving about and listened to her laboured breathing, sounding like a bear, as she crawled down and out of the cargo hold. The sensation was strange to her as Melissa realized what had happened. The plane ripped apart, wires sparking left and right, as rain pounded down through the gapes in the fuselage, the broken tree limbs, blood covered leaves, the men hanging upside down in their seats. She carefully stood up on the ceiling standing behind Mr.Pruce as she let out a scream as she peered over and saw Hays' body without a head. First she thought his head was merely tangled up in the wet, dark leaves protruding through the ceiling, but as she looked closer at the scene she realized his head was missing and there was so much blood, so much blood.
"Please say you forgive me." Bengiman said once more as the intense pressure building in his head caused his ears to bleed.
Now this moment was like an eternity as she stood naked soaked in blood and jet fuel inside the shattered plane, the two bodies hanging upside down, it was sick, and it was twisted. Melissa felt as if she were in a blood soaked dream, something out of a Quentin Tarantino film perhaps. The smell of blood and sulphur, the storm raging, the wild winds, rocking the plane up in the treetops, the headless corpse, the fat bald man begging to be forgiven. Melissa knew he would die, and she was always taught you have to forgive someone,only, IF they ask for forgiveness. Now she was more than Christian in name, Melissa was a Christian at her heart so she bent down a little closer to her doomed rapist/kidnapper/torturer and as she reached between the seats finding the release button of the seat belt; which was straining against his 220 lb bulky frame, she said "I forgive you Bengiman." Melissa whispered softly and sweetly in his ear and as she was about to press the release button dropping him to his ultimate demise she heard him say his last words on Earth.
"I don't want to die." Bengiman said his voice trembling.
"Neither do I!" she shouted as she released him from the seat, gravity taking hold of his body sending it crashing through the limbs and broken branches. She heard the impact of his body as he smashed down sixty feet below in the wet, warm soil. As the weight of his body dropped away the plane shifted, settling down a few feet lower in the trees. Melissa knew instantly she had to get off the plane and climb down through the shattered branches, however, this task seemed impossible due to her injuries and she knew the sparking of the wires would ignite the jet fuel leaking from the cargo area, covering her skin. Melissa did not panic, instead, with only one chance to make it and seconds to live, she summoned up the courage and the ferocity of her people, a long drawn blood line of victorious warriors and brave soldiers. She had the determination to live and this would be her salvation.
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