Tenggorokan Kering Dan Gatal Novels & Stories

Brie Hot, bright, unforgiving sunlight burns through my eyelids. My body feels… shattered–and itchy. Incredibly itchy and dry and… I open my eyes just enough to feel the grit of sand before I close them again, my stomach rolling and twisting. I cough once–a painful experience that has me moving quickly from lying flat on my belly to my knees where I choke and gag, spilling an exceedingly large amount of water from my lungs. My throat burns like fire. My teeth ache. My lips burn from several splits now packed with… sand.

I haven't had an orgasm in days, and I'm so used to living with them. “Should I let you go? You look so sexy tied up,” he said with a smile. “I miss you,” I managed to say. My mouth is unbelievably dry. Tongue feels heavy and numb. My lips are not much better. They crack, and when I run my tongue over my lower lip, I can't help but think of sandpaper. The tube they used to feed me was inserted into my left nostril and led down my throat. It's itchy. I can't scratch. That's hurt. I can't shake it off. Every time I swallow it I feel it, full of disinfectant.

Elara once again tries to breathe, but she only feels her throat burning. Elera tries again, this time her body reacting on instinct, air rushed suddenly into her body. It hit her lungs too fast; it was too cold, also. The air feels very sharp. She tries to cough it up, but she can barely do that. The sound could barely escape her dry and broken lips. Her chest rose unevenly, and the air felt like a foreign substance that was not supposed to be there.

She was so cold. She tasted dust in her mouth, felt dry on her lips. She tried to swallow, but her tongue stuck to the inside of her mouth. It took several painful swallows before saliva eased the clogged feeling in her throat. But she paid for it with an ache in her cheeks, like someone was squeezing her saliva glands between their fingers. The sharp, bitter taste of soot or burned oil that she expected wasn't there. Nor was there the sour, metallic taste of blood. It was just dirt.