Novel & Cerita Swallowing Bleach

Why in the goddess name would Rhena want to take me out? I stumbled into the bathroom, and I could feel my limbs slowly giving out. I leaned at the edge of the sink. There was no time to think, I dipped my finger into my mouth and reached for my uvula. I didn’t get my hand halfway through my mouth before I let out a gag, so violent that all my dinner came pouring out of my mouth instantly. I turned the tap on, quickly rinsing my mouth. As I watched the vomit spiral down the drain, I realized. It was too late, there were no pills in my vomit. It has dissolved into my system.

I feast my eyes in the dish before me as I gulp hard this looks tasty as I drool over it, getting a hold of the sandwich as I nubch on it hungrily, Swallowing it u feel my stomach turn in disgust as I spit it ou immediately looking shyly towards the girl at the counter I cough slightly till she's convinced that I had choked on the lettuce by mistake, I smile at her as she Averts her gaze away from me placing her attention back on the dishes she was sorting, What the hell just happened? I ask myself I wardly checking the sandwich I life up the first loaf of bread to inspect the insides yet everything seems just as normal as it should be no extra ingredients had been places in it, Why did I j

Something was crawling up my throat like tiny feet, and I had no time to hide and jumped out of bed. "Lily?" I ran to my bathroom and aimed for the toilet throwing up with much of the force building in my mouth. Dad came to my side, rubbing my back as I vomited. My face was bile of dripping sweat, my eyes watered, my nose moist, and my throat tingling as it left a nasty taste in my mouth. My stomach kept on contracting violently and forcing everything up and out. The pungent stench invaded my nostrils as I lurched forward. I saw with my eyes chunks of food covered in creamy chyme from my stomach inside the toilet water. I heaved once more as the last of my purging.

And why did she care? Sick of herself and the train of thoughts that seemed to be stuck going around and around in her head, Chloe stood up. Her head swirled and her stomach rolled and she clamped her hand over her mouth looking frantically around for a reticule to catch her puke. She found it in a sandcastle bucket and grabbed it with desperation before she could empty her stomach all over the brightly colored rug under her feet. When she was sure her stomach had settled enough not to need it again, Chloe stuck her head out the door and checked that the coast was clear. Becky had pointed out the bathroom on the way to the playroom and Chloe made a dash for it. The last thing she wanted was

I choked, the vile concoction scraping down my throat, burning as it went. Every agonizing gulp was punctuated by a harsh gurgle as I tried to resist. My body convulsed, but they held me still, forcing me to swallow every last drop. The metallic tang lingered, coating my tongue, a physical reminder of the poison I'd just ingested.

It was their go to. *** . As she shows an appetite. " Holy cow! Stop! " " Stop! " Chloe exclaimed that seeing her eating to much makes her feel nauseous and sick in the stomach to the point that she can't handle it to much cause too much food. And she just emptied the first and second and thirds her self. " itch okay " Cath replied with her mouth full and swallowed the remaining portion in her mouth. Chloe turned green As she was ready to hurl her showed signs that it was about to come out like a puffer fish minus the sharp spikes " Got to go"

Please, please, God, please get me out of here. I dashed into the dimly lit bathroom, unscrewed the toilet lid, and threw up everything I ate. I scream into it between regurgitation filled with the smell of spices. My voice echoes in the porcelain tub, the muffled gurgling that finally gives way to moans and heavy breathing. I flushed before the sight of the vomit made me sick again. Actually I did feel a little better after that. Hungry again, but calmer than before.

I didn’t make it to the sink. The wave hit like a shove. I turned, twisted, dropped to my knees as the cold porcelain of the toilet bowl took my hands. The first heave wrung me empty of breath, the second of pride, the third of the pancakes that had never tasted like anything. The syrup burned the back of my throat without sweetness and the coffee came up like a pit of acid. I stayed there through the lesser aftershocks. My forehead to wrist, counting to four, counting again. The house was a professional about noises. Even vomiting here sounded tidy. I hated that more than the taste.

“I’m Dr. Rivas. I’d like to check your swallowing before we give you any food.” Mama immediately glanced at the bowl. “That’s the food?” “Rice porridge and thickened chicken broth.” “It looks like wall paint.” Dr. Rivas paused for one second. “The texture is designed to make it safer to swallow.” “Safe and appetizing don’t have to be enemies.” Papa lowered his face and rubbed his chin. His shoulders moved slightly because he was laughing. Dr. Keller took her place beside the bed. “We’ll start with ice.”

His eyes flashed with worry as he saw Cheryl choke on her own mineral water from drinking in a hurry. Cheryl felt close to death as she struggled to catch her breath. Her throat was full of water, so she couldn’t. "Hold your breath. Swallow your water first." Rafael's voice came through the microchip in her ear. She wasn't surprised when she heard his voice. She followed his instructions—holding her breath for a few seconds, then swallowing the water in her mouth. After that, she immediately took a deep breath and exhaled quickly. "Next time, you can't drink like that, Princess." Rafael's voice was once again heard.