Grab onto the fibers
Your Life......Smaller
chapter 13
by
copier
· original author:
doodoomaloo
Heather parted her legs and like a white holy light descending from the heavens, a neatly folded ply of tissue, an escape from this hell, entered and overtook your senses. You channeled every ounce of your tenacity into your degraded muscles and latched onto a stray fiber protruding from the paper. Raptured from the depths of digestion, you ascended up into the gaze of your former predator.
Heather gave an unceremonious glance at the results of her last wipe and moved her hand underneath her to discard of the soiled sheet. "Wait a second." Heather thought to herself, as she brought the paper back up into view. "No. There's no fucking way!" She peered closely at a tiny speck in the center of the toilet paper, one that almost seemed humanoid. "Holy shit! Is that bug boy?" Heather got up from her throne and gently laid the paper onto her toilet seat so she could further inspect it. She lowered herself onto her knees and leaned her face in a close but safe distance. "It's not alive, is it?"
Looking at you intently, Heather waited for a response, or for any sign that you were still alive.
Heather gave an unceremonious glance at the results of her last wipe and moved her hand underneath her to discard of the soiled sheet. "Wait a second." Heather thought to herself, as she brought the paper back up into view. "No. There's no fucking way!" She peered closely at a tiny speck in the center of the toilet paper, one that almost seemed humanoid. "Holy shit! Is that bug boy?" Heather got up from her throne and gently laid the paper onto her toilet seat so she could further inspect it. She lowered herself onto her knees and leaned her face in a close but safe distance. "It's not alive, is it?"
Looking at you intently, Heather waited for a response, or for any sign that you were still alive.
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