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A Box's Hole

Father Paw stood up from the prison cot, patted the scarred wolf on the back, and said. "Fear not my pup, the Lord has forgiven you."

"Hey Father, you mind hurrying up?" the puma prison guard asked. "It's time for his last request."

Father Paw let out a heavy sigh. He walked over to the door, had it opened up, stepped out of the cell and then vanished west, down the hall, with only the sound of his shoes echoing throughout the hall. The cell got locked up once more and the scarred wolf shifted his gaze to announce his last request.

"I'd like to have my box."

"You want your box? Usually prisoners ask for something more, like food, or a strong drink, but you want your box, huh? Well, I'll go check and see if we can find it, but it might have been destroyed already. I'll return momentarily."

The scarred wolf soon became alone. His head filled with dizziness. He felt like he would collapse. They couldn't destroy his box. It's not in their right to do so. His heart pounded against his chest. The whole system couldn't have it. If it got destroyed already then his very existence meant nothing anymore. He needed to be with that box one last time. His muscles tightened. Please, let there be good news for this fallen one. Luckily, the box hadn't been rid of yet. A simple wooden box with a hole rested in the arms of the puma prison guard. The scarred wolf watched the door open and his box be placed on the ground inside of the cell. The door got locked and in a short amount of time the prisoner found himself alone once more.

He got up from his prison cot, walked over to his box, picked it up and brought it back to the cell's seat.

_I can't believe they'd get rid of you, dear box, so quickly. I've had you, my beloved box, ever since my wife and myself's first time together. Our first act of sex together. I can recall that moment, when she had been working late into the night, attempting to come up with a gift for me for our wedding. I showed up at her house door and saw this blank wooden block of wood wrapped within her arms. _

The scarred wolf massaged the box and shivered all over.

I can picture the scene clearly. She saw me staring at this blank wooden block of wood. My wife tried to lie, but I pressed and pressed, made her confess. I told her let's shape the box together, but even our combined minds couldn't form anything. The frustration made us horny, and although we promised to never have sex until marriage, we did. It gave us inspiration for what to do with this box. Something simple, something that I did not understand, but now I do. We added a simple hole. My wife told me as we stared at our finished project that if ever I felt alone to only stare at the box, into the hole, and it would show the love we had that night.

He set his box off to the side, onto the seat next to him, and tapped his foot on the floor quickly. His breathing narrowed through grit teeth. He had started to release dopamine. It's time.

After that our life together started to go off without a problem. Only close to the new year though did everything take a turn for the worst. Do you remember, box? I became stressed because I got laid off. I got drunk at a bar, had a fight with a bully. He slashed me with a knife. I killed him with a bar stool. Now, I await death. My wife visited me. She told me she loved me and brought you to me, box. Just one night in prison scared me, and as comfort, box, we fucked.

The scarred wolf's foot stopped tapping, but he twitched. He'd better move it because soon he would be escorted to the gallows. He needed to do what he wanted to do with his box quickly. The scarred wolf stood up, grabbed his box and set it before him on the cell's seat. He lowered his pants to reveal his erect penis. One last time and then it would be over. There would be no him and his box. He took his penis and stuck it into his box. He breathed in and exhaled slowly as he rubbed the top of the box's smooth surface.

I can remember the first time with my wife so well, and although it is strange to be screwing a box that holds a dear memory we sealed within it, I'm glad that, in a way, I can relive that moment again. I really wish I hadn't done what I did, but I have you, box, to keep me company until the end, to remind me that I had not died alone, that someone did love me, and possibly still does. I wonder, will she show up? Or will I have only you, box? Well, let's fuck, box.

He started to sob as he instigated his last intercourse with his box. He sweated feverishly in regards to having chosen to fuck his box for a final time. Tears fell from his face. True he would orgasm, but having sex with his box didn't fill him with joy, for it did nothing, but create emptiness and longing for his wife. 'Right now' did nothing, but have the label 'pretend' written all over it. His sniffling showed he hated his desire to travel back to a long gone time. A howl erupted from his mouth after some time. Request completed.

The scarred wolf pulled up his pants. He stared into the box, but only saw darkness.

Well, that's the end, my final request. To be in a different place, in a different time, that'll never happen again. There's nothing else I can do, but be ready. Face the gallows that await me.

He sat on the cell's floor as he heard the sound of the footsteps inching closer. He stared into the box's hole and began to sniffle. He saw nothing now. Nothing of the past.