Do Me Bleach My Butt Novels & Stories

"Go back to the archives and fix your neck because the smell of those chemicals is giving me a headache." I didn't wait for a second invitation. I scrambled for the door, unlocked it with shaking hands, and practically fell into the hallway. I didn't stop running until I reached the basement bathroom. I splashed cold water on my face, looking at my reflection. The ‘rash’ was itchy and burning, but it had saved me. But as I looked at the red mess, a wave of sadness hit me. Damon had looked so hopeful for a split second—so desperate to find a connection and I had given him a face full of bleach-smelling hives.

would bleed out in the dirt of the Makoko slums. "Go... Jade... run," Caspian wheezed, his face turning a ghostly shade of gray. "Shut up and stay awake," she snapped. Her voice was like a scalpel—cold and sharp. She reached into her medical bag and pulled out a specialized hemostatic powder she had developed in secret—a "by-product" of her mother’s research. She poured it into the wound. The chemical reaction hissed, and Caspian let out a strangled groan of agony, his fingers digging into the mud.

Every remembrance causes my cheeks to flush with a re-emerging desire. Once in the large bathroom, I started to fill the tub with warm water and added the bath gel to make bubbles. Removing the ripped shirt from my shoulders, it pooled at my feet. Glancing at my reflection, I studied my body a bit. The extreme whiteness of my skin made my blue- amber eyes stand out, looking flawless.

"I bought a new bubble bath soap for the bathtub. You can try it if you want." "Yeah sure, I will." I walked inside the shower and leaned my back as I closed the door on my behind. I tilted up my head and took a deep breath to calm myself. My hand went to the hem of my shirt and took it off. I removed my clothes until I'm fully naked.

Bellamy blinks, startled at my abrupt statement. “Okay… just try and be careful of your bandages. I doubt the cut has completely stopped bleeding and the soap would probably sting a lot.” He reminds me. I nod in agreement and grab the bottle of what I guess is Megan’s shampoo from the little table he has placed next to the bath. Then freeze, staring at it with a frown. How the hell am I going to do this without submerging my upper arm, or at very least getting it soaked? This seems impossible. I groan in frustration. This really isn’t my night.

Was life even worth living? Tears rolled down my cheeks as I reflected on the past few weeks. "I can't do this anymore!" My voice bounced off the walls of the bathroom. After looking around for a moment, I reached out to the small shelf. I pulled off the large bottle of bleach on the bottom. I uncapped it. After looking at the clear liquid for a brief moment, I brought the bottle to my lips and drew my head back.

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Fixing his suit jacket with his usual smirk. "Fix yourself and come outside,I'll be waiting for you. Do not keep me waiting"he says before leaving fixing his cufflinks. Once he closed the door,I look at my self in the mirror in fear. Small red blotches on my face because of the bleach in the toilet water,and I turned to see my back bleeding. I crying softly thinking of what I had gotten myself into. "Mom, please give me strength. You know I'm doing all this for dad"i whisper through my cries.

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I bite my trembling lower lip, vowing not to let her break me. The bleach washes away, leaving a lingering scent and a slight sting on my skin. The bathroom is a disgusting sight, with mildew and filth covering everything. I felt my hope slipping away as I realised that she had set me up to fail. But failure is not an option. Not when Xavie’s opinion of me is on the line. I'm determined not to let her win, and I owe it to Xavie to give it my all. As I start the task of cleaning 500 toilets in just four hours, the smell of disinfectant fills the air. My veins pulse with adrenaline as I gear up to tackle the monstrous challenge before me, ready to take on whatever comes my way.