Voice Of Disgust Inside Out 2 Novels & Stories

"Sign the agreement now, or I'll tear her apart bite by bite!" She bared her yellowed teeth and inched toward me, a foul smell attacking my senses. "Back off, you vile hag! Don't touch me with your filthy hands!" Even in a dangerous moment, my quick thinking had bought us a moment of safety. I flipped around, aimed my bottom at her, and squeezed hard. A smelly fart was served. The vile hag staggered backward from the stench, covering her nose and gagging, "Ew! You little shit!"

I would have only had to deal with his verbal abuse. Disgust washed over me again. I rose to my feet and went to the sink. I squirted an unusual quantity of paste on my brush and plunged it inside my mouth. I made sure to touch every corner and crack. No stone would be left unturned. In a similar manner, I washed my tongue. I drove the brush further inside my mouth and came down gagging. The sound stilled me. That sound. It was the same exact noise I had made when Piccolo Maestro shoved in his…

When she lowers her face and begins to consume it, I finally close my eyes and turn my face away, as disgust fills my entire being. My stomach churns, and I feel like I might be sick, but I can’t stop hearing it—the sound of her eating her own child.

“And her assistant. I caught the three of them in the middle of it. Sick as hell.” The words landed like a punch to the gut. Even though I had suspected something twisted last night, hearing it confirmed out loud made my stomach churn. My brain refused to fully process it at first, then flooded me with unwanted, grotesque images I immediately tried to shove away. “Ew,” I whispered, wrinkling my face in pure disgust. “I feel sick. She's disgusting.” “Don’t care,” Reese declared, sitting up on his knees with fluid grace. “As long as it keeps her the hell away from me permanently, I’ll wave that shit like a victory flag.”

"And now you're smiling." She suddenly realized what she was doing so she immediately looked in front. "I'm not smiling-oh my gosh ..." she closed her eyes firmly when she saw the scary smile of the nun. "Oh my gosh ... oh my gosh ..." He looked at Shaina. "I'll need to go outside." She handed her the popcorn and then stood up. "Wait--" She didn't listen, she left the room. She immediately searched for the restroom. She feel like throwing up. She was scared and disgusted. The moment she get inside the restroom, she threw up all the popcorn she ate.

I nodded in affirmation. “Now, leave my presence!” I returned back in shame. I felt very disgusted, so I scrubbed myself raw in the bath. I scrubed my skin until it turned red, but the filth clung to me, thicker than dirt, heavier than blood. The feeling of disgust transcended the physical. It was imprinted deep within me, out of the reach of soap and water. I pressed my palms to my face and sobbed silently, for if I let the sound escape, I feared it would never stop.

With a few red cups littered on the floor, tissues and evidence that people had been in here some moments ago. Terrified of being found by that creepy asshole I ran into, I turned to leave. As soon as I did, moans met my hearing. Sounds I didn’t hear at first. Then the sounds of skin slapping against skin. Fast. And the moans became reckless, feverish. And loud. My nose scrunched up. “These people are disgusting,” I muttered to myself. “Yes, Arian…oh, right there.” I froze at the familiarity of that voice. Wait, was that…

Overflowing with dishes, stained with remnants of whatever horror had been brewing for hours. But that wasn’t the worst part. The dishes on the table. Scattered across the plates, nestled within the food, were insects. Dead. Cooked. I gagged. I stumbled back, hand clamping over my mouth, horrified. I had tolerated a lot of things in this house. But this? This was war. Rage erupted in my chest, hot and uncontrollable. My entire body trembled with disgust, with fury, with absolute, uncontainable outrage. I spun around, searching the room, as if Lucy might be hiding somewhere, watching and laughing.

Annie, standing in my office, her movements careful, calculated, like she knew exactly what she was doing as she dropped something into my glass before I even walked in, before I even poured the drink myself. For a second, I just stared, my mind blank. And my chest tight. Then the footage continued, and everything that followed, every moment after that played out in brutal clarity, leaving no room for doubt, or denial. A wave of disgust slammed into me so hard I had to look away, my hand moving instinctively to shut the video off before it could go any further, before Jack could see more than he already had. “The bitch,” I muttered under my breath, anger flaring hot and fast, but even as the

He said and scoff leaving me in shock and confusion "I can smell ur lust and I can feel ur stupid heart race when you look at me but you disgust me.... Do you understand how severe ur stupid actions has caused us..??? You have not only attract demons but other terrifying and vile creatures.... trust me huntress this is not just a stupid romance movie this is horrifying, this is crazy... you better get ur head in the game else you loose it!!!! "He said and pushed me to the side with disgust filled in his face then sat at the far end of the tunnel