Page 148 of Jagged Souls

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I nibble a piece off the floor. Fight back my urge to gag.

My orgasm is building. That’s all that matters.

Soon I can escape this world.

I lick the acidic puddle off the floor, but that’s finally too much for my stomach, and I throw it all back up.

He laughs as I push myself up on my hands, my chest heaving as twice-eaten spaghetti and meatballs hurls past my lips. Shoving my face down into the sick, he comes in me.

The pumping of his cock triggers the magic of the V, and I cry out as my own orgasm tears through me. The pain and disgust inside is washed away by the open floodgates of pleasure. I convulse on the floor, my body on cloud nine.

I moan as the high takes me away from this hel.

It is the only escape I have.

But it never lasts.

It never fucking lasts.

Forty-Three

HER

Holy shit. What have I done?

I lie curled on the floor, left where I orgasmed. The caked mess on my face tells me I threw up a lot last night, then slept in it. That’s all I am. Vomit. Shit. A pile of disgust.

I retch, wanting to be sick again.

How could I have done that?

How could I have talked Bear through scenarios? To tell him what to imagine, then role play a minor to get him off? All to score some V...

Shit.

My hands start to shake.

I can’t do this.

The drug is a poison. I can’t take it anymore.

I won’t ask for it again.

I have to stop.

Cut myself off.

Get clean.

My soul screams at the idea of suffering through this pregnancy without any help to take away the pain. But I can’t do what I did again. Can’t reduce myself tothat.

Trembling, I roll onto my hands and knees, then heave.

My stomach is empty though.

I have nothing left inside me. No food. No soul. Just an empty black hole of shame.

Fuck.

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