Case Of Bleach Novels & Stories

A cloud of fumes filled her lungs, choking her. She used the sleeve of her blouse as a mask, attempting to filtrate the air. Her eyes burned as she looked over the room. There was an open container of bleach laying on its side, now clearly emptied. The contents had been launched sporadically in every direction. Some of her clothes were speckled with orange and yellow spots where the liquid had bled into the fabric, and in other areas, she could still see where pools had formed on the carpet underneath the clothes from where the chemical had been poured directly onto them. They were all discolored and ruined. Jade backed out of the room and closed the door, gasping for a breath of air.

James assisted me into a house, where the smell of bleach assaulted me the moment I walked through the threshold. A crew of cleaners froze as we walked inside, but a single look from James had them scurrying back to their jobs. The glass had been removed and the blood no longer stained the white porcelain. A new pane of glass shimmered beneath the midday sun, and I found myself frozen as I stared at the picture-perfect home.

"What is that smell?" Usually, if someone stood in front of your bathroom and asked you about a certain smell, it would be best if you shoo that person away. However, that wasn't applicable to this moment now. Kat knew that the stench wasn't from something natural, albeit embarrassing. What she didn't know was how to explain it in such a way that wouldn't come across as suspicious. "Er, it's bleach," she said at last. "I've been . . . mega-cleaning the bathroom."

They used freaking chloroform. Neo knew it was easy to make. Just the right mix of bleach and acetone. You didn’t even have to go to the dark web for the ratio. A quick G****e search and he had several YouTube videos on it. There was even something from PBS, but he didn’t click on it. That search probably should have been done in private mode. Too late now. It was there for the world to see. If anyone did a good search, they would see that it was done after she was taken and had arrived at the hospital.

He’s barely conscious now, hovering right on the edge of the abyss, his eyes rolling back in his head as the pain completely overrides his brain's ability to process reality. I step back from the table, setting the bloody scalpel down next to the hammer. Reaching for the bottom shelf of the cart, I retrieve a heavy plastic jug of industrial bleach. Twisting the cap off, the sharp, noxious chemical fumes instantly cut through the scent of copper and sweat in the room. "Wake up," I snap, slapping Stefano sharply across the face with my bloody glove. He gasps, his eyes fluttering open, hazy and completely unfocused.

Byron laughed. "In that condition? Stop bluffing!" Said Byron. I finally saw an opening, i threw myself inside quickly then fell to the floor. "Ouch!" The room had white walls, and shelves filled with pills,medical tools and cleaning chemicals. I grabbed a bottle of bleach and waited for the guards to enter. "She is in here,hurry!" Said the first guard, making his entrance.

I have to get these symbols off the wall. The kitchen! There has to be something in the kitchen I can use to get these symbols off the wall. I go to the kitchen scramble looking for something to remove the symbols. My mind is in overload. Bleach there has to be bleach here. I look under the cabinet. Yes, bleach! I grab the bleach and I grab a towel. It should do the trick. I run for the door and start scrubbing. As I'm scrubbing the door mayhem comes to the door. He looks at me puzzled and asks me what I'm doing. He doesn't know what's going on, how can this be? He was here when I went to sleep.

"It's bad. I think maybe if I open the windows and air it out, it might help some, but there's no question that it's going to take some bleach, too. Lots of bleach." Jenny nodded slowly. "Okay. So . . . we need bleach. And vinegar and baking soda." At my questioning glance, she explained, "It's good for cleaning sinks and showers and toilets. Great for deodorizing, too." She looked back at my car. "It's not furnished, is it?"

He gaggled it, trying not to swallow but since he had been held down and his head kept in place, he couldn't throw it out. He ended up in a coughing git. “That was to warn you. That was water.” I dropped the can on the side and picked up the real can of bleach. “This is bleach. I'm sure you can tell.” As I opened the can, the smell filled the room and I saw the way his pupils shook when he smelt it. “Now will you tell me what I want to hear or you'd make me actually do this? I'm sure you know what this would do if I poured it down your throat. From your mouth, down your throat, to your stomach and then everywhere else.”

I agree with him, our packhouse, while small, is immaculate, yet the cleaning products' smell was subtle. We follow Walter towards the south of the building and through a set of double doors that reveal a long corridor with rooms down either side. A floor to ceiling window at the end of the corridor is bathing the area with sunlight. The smell of lemon bleach is even stronger here, with a subtle scent of drainage. Clearly, maintenance is needed, and the bleach is just covering the problem.