Swallowing Bleach Novels & Stories

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.”

She was quick to offer me a glass of water in hope that it's gonna calm me down and I will no longer say anything to her. I swallowed it. The bitter taste of the medicine made my face to contort in disgust. To drive off the bitter taste of the medicine of my taste bud. She offers a tangerine that I accepted but I only it a piece. My throat still hurts and I am having a hard time swallowing solid food. I just need another flavor in my mouth so I force myself to chew and swallow the piece of tangerine.

I knew thеn thаt the оnlу rеlіеf I would gеt wоuld be tо drink frоm mуѕеlf! He wаlkеd tо thе hеаd оf thе tаblе carrying the tube, pulled the gаg from mу mоuth аnd ѕtuсk the tubе in. Thе іnѕtаnt hе rеlеаѕеd thе сlаmр, piss ѕtаrtеd ѕhооtіng frоm thе tube wіth thе fоrсе оf a fіrе hоѕе. I trіеd tо ѕtор іt with mу tongue over the hole but соuld nоt. Wіth his аdmоnіtіоn that I bеttеr not ѕріll any rіngіng іn mу ears, I ѕtаrtеd ѕwаllоwіng as fаѕt аѕ I соuld but kept choking аnd gagging ѕо he сlаmреd іt off again. Even thоugh I hаd ѕwаllоwеd quіtе a bіt, the pressure іn mу blаddеr started buіldіng again almost іmmеdіаtеlу.

It was tasteless or a little bit salty but it was difficult to swallow. " If you throw it out, you are guilty but if you swallow, you are innocent. If you swallow and develop rashes, you are guilty and if you don't, you are innocent," I struggled free from their hold and placed my hands over my mouth as I crouched to my knees. I've never tasted something so nauseating before. With a big gulp, I swallowed and rolled over on the ground, trying to suppress the urge to throw up. My eyes brimmed with tears as I lay chest facing up on the grasses and stared at the sky. I remained on the ground, counting the stars and the nausea started fading. I didn't know how much time had passed as I was pulled

I could not be permanently tied to the monster who had ripped my life apart. I walked straight into the bathroom. I unscrewed the white cap. My hands shook violently as I poured two generic white pills into my palm. I turned on the sink, filled a glass with cold water, and threw the pills to the back of my raw throat. I swallowed hard, ignoring the sharp, burning pain in my windpipe. I hid the bottle deep inside my toiletry bag, burying it under a pile of heavy face creams. I stared at my pale reflection in the mirror. I had absolutely no idea that I had just swallowed poison. All I felt was a tiny, desperate surge of victory.

{Faith} A gloopy and chunky mess floods out of my mouth into the sink within seconds. I gag loudly and more vomit, ranging from green to yellow, pour out. Susan rushes up behind me. She pats my back a couple of times. The vomit keeps coming for a good minute. In the end, it’s nothing but just water and saliva. I wipe my lips with the back of my hand, straightening up. “I am so sorry for doing this in your kitchen. I couldn't hold it in.”

Relief swept over me like a blessing, and I seized the chance to escape. I fled to the bathroom, desperate for salvation. Grabbing the bottle of mouthwash, I tilted it back and swallowed half in one go, scrubbing at my teeth with the desperation of a man possessed. Still, the taste lingered. I gargled and rinsed until my throat burned, then emptied the rest of the bottle in frantic gulps. Even then I was not cleansed. I could still feel the phantom slime of her backwash coating my tongue. A violent shiver ran down my spine.

“I’m sorry Cole but hopefully this is easier on you then previous ones. I need you to breathe through your mouth as I start and swallow when it hits your throat. Would you like some water? Most find drinking water makes the tube easier to swallow.” “No thank.... you” “Okay , now deep breaths for me.”

Chloe then smiled cruelly and said sternly, “If you’re sensible, swallow the toothpaste in your mouth! Otherwise, I’ll go to the toilet to make something to feed you!” Elaine was scared out of her wits when she heard this. She ignored the spicy and astringent taste of the toothpaste and could only bite the bullet as she swallowed the toothpaste in her mouth, little by little. After eating most of the toothpaste, Elaine felt a burning pain in her entire esophagus and stomach. She could not stop her tears from coming out.

Every second that ticks by is another chance for someone to walk in, to see this nightmare. I stumble toward the kitchen, my legs unsteady, the pain in my head a constant drumbeat. The linoleum is cold under my bare feet, and I brace myself against the counter, my breath coming in short, sharp gasps. I need to clean this up little by little before they arrive, at least enough to buy time until he and his crew arrive. I yank open the cabinet under the sink, pulling out a bottle of bleach, a sponge, and a pair of rubber gloves. My hands tremble as I slip the gloves on, the rubber snapping against my wrists. The smell of bleach stings my nose as I pour it onto the sponge, the liquid sloshing ov