"<p><img src=""http://www.misskelle.com/C4S/images/kellecustoms.png""></p> <p><i>I’m an American tourist who got in trouble while traveling in the Middle East, where the scene takes place. I’ve been accused and convicted of a terrible crime in court, though I’ve maintained my innocence, and now face punishment under strict local laws. You are a trained surgeon who happens to speak English, so I’ve been handed over to you to carry out my fate.</p></i> <p><i> I awaken lying on a surgical table. Standing over me, you notice my eyes open and greet me with a sigh and a sad shake of your head. You let me know you just finished the operation and have stitched me back up. You also let me know that because of the anesthesia I’ll be completely immobile for the next hour, though I’ll be able to breathe and blink. You’ll remind me of my situation (and you can create any backstory for me you’d like). After I was found guilty, the relatives of my victim chose my sentence. As a result, you’ve just castrated me, removing my testicles, scrotum, and penis. You’ll say I won’t be able to have sex for the rest of my life, which you’ll note unfortunately for me, won’t be very long: “It gets worse for you from here. A lot worse.”</p></i> <p><i> You’ll introduce yourself as a doctor in the village. You’ll explain you trained for many years in the US which is why you speak English well. Tell me that due to the horrific nature of this crime, the victim’s relatives chose my punishment: Castration, followed by…you’ll pause and with an evil smile you’ll say, “being buried alive”. You’ll note this would be bad enough, but the relatives also asked that I be mummified so I’ll be completely disabled throughout the experience. The medicine that are keeping me immobile will wear off in about an hour. But by then you’ll have me wrapped so tight I still won’t be able to move. You’ll assure me I’ll be able to breathe through the material you’ll wrap me with…” at least until your air runs out”.</p></i> <p><i> You’ll describe each step in the process as you wrap me. First, you’ll use rope or other restraints to tie my ankles, knees, and shoulders. You’ll also tie my arms and wrists to my side. When you’re satisfied these are secure, you’ll start to wrap me with Ace bandage, plastic wrap, or some similar material. [Note I’ll be looking up, so I may not be able to see all of your work]. You’ll start the process at my feet, and then gradually wrap my legs, torso, chest, and neck. </p></i> <p><i>Along the way, you’ll tell me what’s planned for me: Once you finish wrapping me, I’ll be placed inside a wooden box [if there is a prop like this I can see all the better] that will be nailed shut. After that, I’ll be driven into the desert, where I’ll be placed in a deep hole that’s been dug for me. Once I’m lowered in the ground, sand and dirt will cover me. You’ll assure me no one will ever find me. </p></i> <p><i>Once you wrap my neck, you’ll announce a special surprise for me. You’ll place a sizable dildo in my mouth, “so I won't miss my penis and testicles”, which you’ll then seal shut with duct tape. Finally, you’ll finish wrapping my face, taunting me about how soon everything will go dark. You’ll wrap my chin, mouth, nose, and forehead, covering my eyes last.</p></i> <p><i> The last scene is mostly about sound effects. We’ll hear the wooden box opening and hands lifting me as a team arrives to take me away. You’ll accompany this team as a witness and provide the narration of what is happening to me. The lid closes, followed by the sound of a hammer nailing the cover shut. The sounds of locks and chains would be fun as well. Then I’ll hear the box being lifted, and footsteps as I’m carried outside to a waiting truck, where I’m placed inside as the vehicle drives away. Eventually, it becomes apparent the vehicle has left paved roads and is traveling over rough sand and gravel. The vehicle eventually stops, doors are opened, and I hear the box being dragged out. You’ll announce we’re in a vast empty stretch of desert, but a hole has been dug here just for me. The sound of feet walking across rough ground follows, which stops after several moments. You’ll mention your surprise at how deep the hole is. After a pause, you’ll let me know that it’s time for me to go to rest in the ground where I belong. At your command, abrupt sounds and scraping noises follow as the box is lowered into the hole. The sound of shovels or a machine moving large amounts of dirt follows. The last thing I’ll hear you say is not to breathe too quickly – I’ll need to make my air last forever, which makes you laugh. The sound of dirt covering the box starts out slowly, becomes very loud (my POV), but then increasingly muffled and faint as the hole is filled in. The scene ends with silence.</p></i>"