A Corpse Bride

You have no idea how long you were in that trunk for. All you know is that when it finally opened again you were in some kind of strange concrete garage. Your killer lifted you out the the trunk and gently deposited you onto a large stone slab. He stripped off your dress and removed your heels, leaving you completely naked.

Then he began to dress you in different clothes. First was a white lace push-up bra, which accentuated your bust. Then he slid a white lace thong up your legs to your crotch. Then came the strangest part. An ornate white wedding dress. Completely strapless, the bust and torso tightly hugged your body, resulting in more prominent breasts and a slimmer figure. However, once the dress got down to your waistline it became loose and spread out like a ballroom gown. One he had managed to squeeze you into it, he completed the outfit with a pair of white heels.

Once the outfit was complete he moved you, his corpse bride, to an ornate wooden coffin for the finning touches. Lipstick, foundation, and other makeup was applied to enhance your beauty and hide any remnants of your unseemly demise. A single rose was placed atop your protruding chest and your hands were gently folded over it. And finally your face was covered with a light veil.

With preparations complete, your coffin was wheeled into a large walk-in freezer. Your **** bestowed upon your lips one final kiss before closing the coffin, sealing you in darkness for all eternity.

The End