I was awakened by a strong push and a dull roar. The ship swung nauseously and immediately sank. I jumped out of bed. A new explosion tore the floor from under my feet and threw me to the bulkhead: it felt as if the skull was filling with abrasive dust and eyes were being squeezed out.

The world was strangely distorted: the skewed, suddenly dull porthole looked straight into the water and tangibly (so that it grasped under the spoon) went down into the abyss. In the cabin, there was a distinct roar of streams bursting into the hold, behind the thin metal wall something hissed and people’s hysterical fussy rattled fussily.

- We were blown up! Terrorists!

My heart was lumpy in the chest, and, sliding on the raised floor, I rushed to the door. Water gushing along the corridor, foaming. Some people ran with unrecognizably wild, wild-faced people.

Save yourself, who can! Salvation there, at the end of a long, narrow corridor, this orange-drenched appendicitis, where the distraught crowd of people crowded at the ramp! Pushing away from the doorway, I rushed into this human stream, choking in hysterics, bumping into someone's elbows, heads and legs. For a few seconds I floundered in this hellish crusher, then I received a strong blow to the skull and, losing my balance, the half-opened door of the nearest mousetrap fell through. Sliding over the linoleum goal, I bumped my forehead into the edge of the table and fell, burying my face in the porthole.

There, behind the thick, cold glass, was already water — green, emerald, merrily playing with the refractions of the sun's rays, pierced with crystal garlands of air bubbles!

Good lord We have already died! We are already dead! We, a few mad rats of the human race, driven into sealed corners-labyrinths of a trans-ocean liner, are only experiencing our own death, packed in a dense air cushion somewhere inside the invisible ship's womb! Oh god This air is enough for only a few hours, and then comes the agony, the painful death from carbon dioxide poisoning, when. unbearable pain will begin to burst the skull and tear the throat, squeeze the eyes out of orbit and curl the muscles!

It seems I screamed and began to thresh with my hands on the water arriving in the cabin. Blood from the abrasion on his forehead flooded his eyes. At the bottom, the bulkheads cracked, green algae laughed behind the porthole, then the ship shook, and it lay on the bottom, grinding the stones crushed under the bottom. Something snapped inside his womb, a screeching sound swept through the corridor.

My eyes darted around the cabin. The brain still could not reconcile with the inevitability of death, still believed in the possibility of some incredible, fantastic salvation. Lamp, porthole, metal cabinet - God, God, where is the way out? Good lord What is it?..

In a kind of convulsive jerk, my eyes fell on her — into a corpse huddled in a ship’s bunk, crushed by a collapse of what was happening, a lump of human flesh.

Good lord Forgive me! I can't live anymore! Death anyway ... Dare! And no one will know anything ... Lord, how I do not want to die!

I got up and stepped towards her. Wet jeans wrapped around my hips with lead weights. Horror-drained eyes fixed my movement. Her helplessness and depression in a strange way excited me: the feeling that there is someone nearby, even more lost, shocked, desperate than me, whose soft and helpless flesh can be torn and tortured unresponsively, turned me on. Without saying a word, I tore a cloth and a strap out of it with a sharp movement. I didn’t even look at her properly, but still the blinding glow of lust flashed in my brain. Inflamed, I pulled off my shirt, pulled off my jeans with my underpants, and my beast of prey broke loose in front of her face, reflected by two flames in hypnotically frozen pupils.

I didn't give her the slightest chance.I crumpled it, leaned over the whole mass, sprawled on the bed, covered my mouth with my lips. Tearing other people's flesh with a petrified penis, I suddenly felt how thin and weak human bones were — its ribs literally sagged under my weight. Strongly pressing into it, every time I felt this fragility and fragility of the bone corset with my whole chest, inside which, frantically pulsing with heartbeats, the life of the being crucified and torn by me beats.

But it all ended so unexpectedly quickly that at the last moment I felt rather annoyance and pain than pleasure. Suddenly losing strength, I fell off her and splashed my bare backside into the water.

A strange devastation fell upon me. The world seemed dimmed, became completely stuck together from gray tones. The air was already noticeably stale. I sat in the water and thought that only one thing remained: to get to the buffet, if it had not yet been flooded, and to get drunk before losing consciousness, maybe it would be easier to faint. I got up and, without dressing, walked to the door, moving my legs heavily in the water that was coming.

- Where are you going? - I heard suddenly behind my back.

I flinched and turned around, as if I had been struck with a whip. She should not have said, she should not have, at least, such a calm voice!

The girl was sitting on the bed, unnaturally scattered widely white thin, as it seemed to me, legs devoid of bones, and, looking at me with amazed eyes, covered her crotch with her hand. I guess I rather stared at her. She took her hand away and showed an open palm.

- Look, blood.

I grinned stupidly.

“You did it,” there was no particular emotion in the voice, but rather a somewhat dejected statement of fact.

I made a move toward the door - I felt uneasy.

“No,” she suddenly squeaked. - Do not go, I can not alone! I'm afraid! Do not leave me! - she jumped off the bed and, with unexpected agility, threw the shirt thrown by me, went to me.

In those seconds, I was able to appreciate my “darling”: she was thin, like a reed, and a little bit clumsy, maybe because I had so brutally tore it up. A wet shirt clung to seemingly translucent shoulders and barely protruding breasts. She even smiled awkwardly and, coming close to me, suddenly asked very simply:

“We will die, right?”

- No, - I mocked the evil, - we will live forever.

- Well, wait, do not go! Come on together - water plop down, she moved behind me and at the very door she touched my shoulder. - Do not leave me that you ... Whatever it was, but now I'm still your woman.

Somewhere in my throat I suddenly got a lump. I turned around and saw this shaky and graceful figure with extended praying eyes, near the narrow ankles of which the water curled little whirlpools. Something thawed inside me:

- Okay. Let's go to the buffet and get drunk to feel nothing.

Strangely enough, the girl’s face elusively and inexplicably cleared up and even lit up with a glint of some kind of celebration, but she quickly lowered her embarrassed eyes.

- Yes, probably, it is so correct ... What a pity that ... - she did not finish her thought, then suddenly laid out:

- I did not think that it would be so with me ... Well ... Can I? - She somehow smiled ambiguously and gently touched the tip of the index finger to my limp, dangling penis between the thighs. “What ... incomprehensible,” she picked up the expression and stroked his fingertips as she stroked the kitten on the back. - Nothing that I ...

“Nothing,” I croaked, feeling my sperm boil again. Who knows, maybe, after all, this antique figurine from translucent matte and quivering flesh is a gift of fate? And at that moment when the brain is flooded with the last visions poisoned with carbon dioxide, will it be easier to die clinging in its death throat with its flexible body?

The water came slower, ...