A sticky, smelly end (Rousse)

They’d already murdered the brigadier and now it was my turn. They dragged me down the country track to the enormous sewage container tank. This was it then. I was going to die a very dirty death.

The main villain threw me in and they all laughed as I sank into the stinking vat of human waste.

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