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The doctor chuckled upon seeing Shoru who was wagging her tail while looking at him. Jai smiled. “Shoru and I are fine. But umm, Darrion isn’t feeling very good. That’s why we’re here.” Doctor Inoha frowned slightly. “Oh, no. What happened?” The doctor stepped up to touch Darrion’s forehead. “Are you feeling a fever coming?” “He just ate a spicy food and he felt his stomach burning. I thought it’s just his preferences, but maybe it’s allergy.” Jai said. “Oh… Have you eaten spicy foods before?” the doctor asked.

His gut is wide open to gulp this delicious food. Danny already finish his food. His gaze were fixed on him. Darius didn't pay attention to his gaze, because he is busy chewing the food in with a measure of speed that won't call people's attention. After eating half of the food, he begins to pay attention to his surroundings, because his belly is almost filled up. "What's up with the gaze, I thought you just have your food all chewed up," he said. Danny exhaled swallowing his saliva. Darius could see his oesophagus squirm in the saliva.

The intense heat was affecting him badly. If this had happened in Wiltspoon where the climate was warmer, after eating so many peppers, his throat would have been terribly inflamed, and he probably would have an upset stomach and a serious case of indigestion. Then, he would be stuck in the toilet for half a day. However, since it was cold in Huntington, eating a little chili every day was not a problem, though not as much as Dylan had just eaten. His stomach definitely could not handle it. “You don’t have to eat anymore,” Imogen said.

His stomach, already hollowed out by hunger, seemed to be pressing painfully against his spine, and in that moment, nothing—no matter how cautious—could outweigh the torment of his emptiness. However, as he tried to swallow a piece of spicy chicken, the fiery, spicy sensation surged up his throat, instantly causing a wave of discomfort. He erupted into a harsh, desperate cough, his voice hoarse and frantic. His face turned bright red from the choking fit, and his body trembled with each cough. The spoon slipped from his hand, clattering into the bowl, splashing a drop of broth onto the table.

I said, hoping my voice didn't sound strange. "Spicy? It tastes alright to me. Don't you like spicy food anymore?" My mom asked, immediately concerned. "Yeah... Oh. Um... My spice tolerance must have reduced." I muttered, pushing a meatball into my mouth to stop myself from moaning. Dante had slipped a finger inside of me and was gently stoking the heat. My grip on the fork tightened as he curled his finger inside of me and began stroking that sensitive part. "Oh... You have to be careful then if your spice tolerance has reduced. You don't look very comfortable." My mom added.

he commanded and I had no choice but to force the food down my throat. I figured it was just the fact that I wasn't comfortable with his presence, that was why I couldn't enjoy my meal. So, as soon as he finished his plate and left, I cut through another slice of the pork meat and placed it in my mouth. But as I ate the metallic pang returned to the back of my throat but I thought it was just the worms in my stomach. They were probably in a hurry to get a taste too. I shoved more and more of the meat down my throat hoping to push the feeling away but it only increased the more I ate.

But I was deceiving myself, my stomach was determined as well, soon it won , I got up in the darkness, waved my hands around, then leaned to the Floor, touched all over it, until I felt a cold metal clank and I knew that was it. I pulled the metallic plate and its contents to my hands, I reached for them, my nails sag dipper in the cold moist dog food, and brought to my mouth, its musky stench almost had my empty stomach contents pour out. I held myself, closed my eyes, then into my mouth it went, i couldn’t bare the thought of chewing, because I was pretty sure that it would have me puking my guts out. I swallowed a handful of it, soon enough, I felt the tangy contents burn on my throat, I

And even though it feels like I’m going to vomit from the pungent taste, I can’t stop eating it. Together with the dizziness I have, I suddenly felt a piercing pain in my heart. I can’t put into words how much pain I’m in right now. And I’m sure it’s not from eating something too hot and spicy. It’s as if my brain is projecting something, making what I see unclear. I’m also eating these kinds of noodles... With a woman. I may not show it with smiles or laughter, I know in my heart and feel genuine happiness with this woman.

he said, unaware of the danger lurking in his meal. Andrea took a spoonful of food, and at first, it tasted normal. But as the flavors hit his tongue, he started feeling a strange heat spreading through his body. He brushed it off as the weather, maybe the AC wasn't working properly. But as he took another bite, the heat intensified. It was like a fire had been lit inside him, burning hotter with every second. He pushed his chair back, his breath coming in short gasps. He stumbled away from the table, his eyes fixed on the door. He needed to get to his room, needed to...

I can loosen my aching grip on my phone—not enough to drop it, in case the picture disappears like the others—just enough that my fingers stop hurting. Everett pads over with a steaming mug of tea, a little bowl for the teabag, and the chips. I grab the chips before he’s even finished setting the tea on the table and cram a fistful into my mouth. I used to hate spicy food. Dana taught me how it could be a grounding tool sometimes. People don’t really taste in dreams. I don’t taste my hallucinations. My mouth prickles with heat, and I exhale through my nose. I’m not hallucinating everything. Everett drops onto the couch next to me, but a few respectful inches away. Heather sits on my other si