Being pinned to the bottom of a river while the river tried to force open your mouth to flood your lungs was certainly a weird and not-so-likable experience. And yet you were still dying of suffocation nonetheless.
It was not the way I had expected that I would die.
I stayed there, thinking and thinking while silently suffocating to death. The world beyond the river was a blur, but even within that blur I could see the scarlet leaves of the tree spreading in the center of the Jade Pavilion.
And the branch in that area was shaped like a butt.
'Maggie's butt…'
Thinking about Maggie's round shaped ass, it suddenly occurred to me that I was going to die without slapping that thing even once in my life.
That I wouldn't undress that vile Saint and defy her with my rod? Make her, in all her demented glory, call me daddy and tell me she wanted more?
A deeply dissatisfying feeling consumed me, and that strangely fueled my resolve.
'I want to live!… for Maggie's butt!'
