It's not just death, it's humiliation, as it face-fucks you, planting its seed deep within your gullet.

And then it's seemingly over; you survive to be another victim of an assault.

The anesthetic blocks out some of the pain, and most of the memories, leaving you with only a hollowed out feeling that makes no sense.

And then it comes back for you, in its final glory, dredging up one last serving of intoxicating agony and defilement as it pushes out of you like an obscene birthing.

Yes, it's not just death, it is humiliation.