I accept graciously (Pink Trigger)

Oh... ah... bliss...

A man such as me can only dream of using a soft young girl's ample thighs as a lap pillow, but that's why I've crafted this story: to achieve scenarios like this. With what I'm sure was a peaceful smile on my face, I nuzzled my cheek against her white apron and listened to the rain around me. Aaaah... It's been hard for me. Very hard. I've died so many times. I've done terrible things to some of the island's inhabitants; that weighs on a man's conscious, you know? At times, I wondered if I was a very good writer. I wasn't very kind to my friends, nor my family. Ah... I think I stole an idea or two from other erotic Witch Hunters when I wrote this story. My body feels heavy with guilt and suffering.

And I can feel it all fading away.

My pink rejuvenation magic was no match for Shannon's lap pillow. The innocence... The sweet perfume... The softness... That pleasant smile, which I glimpsed just past the swell of her breasts above me each time I opened one eye to peek at them. She gave a cute giggle when she spied me peeping. Ah... Ah! I've got an erection and I hope she doesn't notice it!

Even the rain around us, which, in reality, was coming down very hard, began to sound soft to me. There was no sunlight, but I felt sunlight. I've met not a human, but a gracious angel... Her hand stroked my hair like a mother's. Oh... I'm sorry I was mean to George earlier. You'll forgive me, right Shannon?

At some point, I fell asleep. At some point past that, I guess I died. I don't remember what happened. Perhaps I went gently... Perhaps my long struggle for happiness was finally resolved. Maybe I was the night's first sacrifice: a true mystery, dying of unknown causes as a peaceful man in a sea of chaos?

"Child of Man... You died from hypothermia. George and Shannon left you there once the murders started in earnest. You were a grown man. Nobody expected you to sleep through such events and fail to protect yourself from the weather."

Oh. Right.