Grave Occupation

It was such a quiet night, peaceful even. Cathal was enjoying that cool air hit his dirty face, though the sweat drenching his body was immediately growing cold once he was half way through the job. Cold nights gave him the excuse to always wear his favourite and only coat. It hung along on autumn tree that stood over the back of the grave he worked away on.

The jacket was black, long and old with leather straps that accompanied the sleeves. The front to close the coat up was double buttoned at each clip point with faded silver caps. He didn't wear it enough considering the heat he'd endure when working in his graveyard.

His graveyard, no one else's to dawdle in. Everyone knew their place when the thought of wondering on Cathal's patch came about. He didn't mind swapping information with desperate civilians who needed a grave for a departed relative or friend. He found their exaggerated stories fascinating, if not hilarious. As long as they had money to give him, he enjoyed the work and additives when looting the bodies that were dragged in.

His ponderings on the subject was quite the coincidence when he saw a familiar male approaching his patch of land. He felt his lips curl up into a smirk at the sight of a large brown sack that was huddled along the male's shoulder. "Mr. Ferndernand, nice to see you again."

"Less of the warm greetings boy, I'm only here for business." His medical acquaintance grumbled when placing the heavy sack to the ground. There was a long groan inside it, sudden shifting uncomfortably but soon faded.

The gravedigger quirked up an eyebrow as his fingers fiddled with the buttons of his coat, "Still alive? How disappointing, Fern. Not like you to get sloppy."

"Far from sloppy, I gave a foolish promise." He shrugged hiding his cold dirt stained hands into his deep pockets. "You can still straddle her for goods before you bury her I assure you."

Cathal's smirk changed into a broad grin that revealed his despicable intentions. He hunkered down towards the sack and reached his grubby hand out for it. Though he received a shift unseen slap causing him to retreat back rubbing his now wounded appendage.

"Have you finished what I asked of you?" Fern's shifted his weight ever so slightly when peering down into the deep pit beside him. It was hard to see anything in the depths of darkness. The demented doctor was lucky he had stopped where he did or he would have plummeted six feet.

Cathal nodded lightly before bringing his lantern over to reveal a coffin in the depth of the hole. "Aye, I did. I don't disappoint a customer like yourself. What kind of gravedigger do you take me for?"

There was a snicker between them both, their sadism was their common interest and they liked it that way. Their minds became distracted by the wiggly dance the filthy fabric bag had created. A clumsy dance which caused it to fall forward constantly, however it was very hypnotic for them both to watch.

"Time to let the 'cat out of the bag.'" Cathal stated to his odd companion. "She better have something good on her."

"She's a doctor...apparently. An insult to the medical industry really. A flashy little know-it-all that knows up to nothing..."

Cathal grinned, "Personal grudge eh?"

Fern casually shrugged, "Not really, she's just a shameful bimbo I don't like to see or hear about."

"Do you bury everyone you don't like to see?"

"If that was truly the case, you'd have had your head buried in the dirt long ago..."

"Ouch," The gravedigger's grin grew another inch. "I'm hurt Mason."

It wasn't long that the rope binding the sack had loosened revealing a woman who appeared to be in her early thirties. Duct tape was lashed around her wrists and ankles along with a now drool soaked rag that was tightly wedged between her teeth. Dark blotches of wet marks along her cheeks from her mascara eyes shown she'd been crying, most likely out of fear.

Cathal's grin had changed upon seeing her squirming sobbing figure. It looked quite monstrous and sinful which terrified the female all the more causing her to shuffle to escape. A vicious grip to her matted hair halted her actions for freedom immediately by Fern's cold hand.

"Now now dear woman, you're in a frightful situation we all know." It seemed mischievous expressions were contagious as a wide spread smirk creased up along the male Doctor's lips. "But you're in quite a bit of luck; you see my associate here won't wipe that idiot grin off his face until you give him something he thinks is worth your life."

The lady hiccupped into the gag, fresh tears staining her cheeks as she babbled into the gag. Her pleads and cries were incoherent to them, though they seem to have caught a couple of words that she thought would be best to repeat constantly that sounded like 'Please don't rape me.'

"Don't be filthy woman, your body would never interest me," Cathal approached her without warning and rummaging her clothes. He gave no consideration to where he touched or roamed, all he wanted was anything of value. Buttons from her jacket snapped, her shirt was becoming ruffled and torn, but she made sure to stay still as he retrieved items from her person.

Fern pushed her head away once his comrade had finished, "A good haul I assume?" He peered over the goods Cathal had laid out in from of him. Her purse was already opened scattering bank cards, credit cards and only £40 in cash. Her ring was of white gold and had three small diamonds embedded into it. A good price would fetch for it, but overall the doctor could see the disappointment cross his face.

"She's cheap! A sincere waste on my behalf Mason," the gravedigger complained with a low growl.

"The ring is more than enough. I'm sure you'll be more satisfied once she's buried."

The words hit the female like a brick as she gave panicked shrieks into the cloth. Her head shook from side to side, her feet tried to aide her in some succession in a quick getaway, but unfortunately the heels of her stilettos had failed her and wedged into the wet dirt that surrounded her.

Cathal dropped into the grave muttering as he cracked open the coffin lid to find a half rotting corpse inside. It was a male, suited up in a black tuxedo which used to be complete with jewel studded cufflinks and a gold pocket watch. With Cathal's thieving hands, those items were long lost to the dead man. "This should do, it's big enough for another body."

Fern was quick to grab her arms as she bucked and kicked in his tight grasp. Her clothes were now sloshed with thick mud whilst her wriggling form was dragged along the ground. Without much thought in mind he tossed her into the six foot hole hoping to hear a crack or two as she fell.

There was a thud and loud crunches as the corpse beneath her was now much worse for wear.  She gargled screams of the sharp pain that now ran through her in addition to the sheer sight of her new coffin mate.

"I am sorry my dear girl, but it seems you've not only become a pest to me, but you've gravely disappointed my friend you see. It would seem you're not worth even the weight of your own merchandise. Never the less, I do hope you enjoy your new home. I am sure the gentleman who occupies it with you will keep you company as you may rot with him."

The coffin door creaked as it slowly began to close. In a desperate attempt the female was able to pull out of the cloth gag and cry out, "Please I'm begging you. I've done nothing wrong please!!" Her voice became greatly distorted once the lid was sealed over her causing her screams to be made louder.

"My gift to you Cathal," chuckled Fern as his partner in this deed clutched his shovel to begin the burial. "Let her muffled screams of peril be a little something from me to you. Get your earful now whilst you still can."

Dirt began to clutter the front of the coffin as their captive pounded her fists inside her prison. "I have to admit, it's very..." Cathal licked his lips to ponder the right word in mind as he watched the doctor calmly leave him to his work. The gravedigger snickered, "...Satisfying."