Voice Of Disgust Inside Out 2 Novels & Stories

Do? I opened my mouth and my insides crawled their way out. I hurled. Hard. Long. My mouth felt like it was going to be torn. I propped my hand to steady my quaking body, my world spinning like a fucking top! I suddenly hear a soft laugh behind me. If I wasn't throwing my stomach out, I would have turned to see the person but my tongue kept coiling away from my lips that I thought it would rather unsubscribe from my whole mouth. I coughed, finally stopping the repulsive act.

ANNA'S POV “Shameless girl.” The woman’s voice cut through the air, sharp and full of disgust. It was deep, commanding, and painfully familiar. I turned my head, my eyes darting around in panic as I tried to locate where the voice was coming from. Everywhere looked distorted, like I was trapped behind a thick glass wall. Shapes blended together, faces were unclear, and the air itself felt heavy. “How dare you embarrass my son in front of his colleagues?” the voice came again, louder this time. “Don’t you have any dignity?”

However, any glimpse of tranquility was abruptly shattered by the haunting voices that reverberated within the recesses of my mind, akin to an eerie chorus heralding a descent into madness. Those voices, once sinister and chilling, now twisted and distorted, permeated the eerie stillness with Killian’s haunting laughter. Each malicious chuckle seemed to snake through the air, sending shivers down my spine, while George's screams reverberated through my thoughts. Their resonance was enough to send my skin crawling, a visceral reaction that betrayed the very essence of my being.

I poured out as tears started to form in the corner of my eyes. “So no, you have no right to complain about how I talk to you. I will talk to you in whichever manner I deem is right!” The remnants of chicken in my mouth suddenly started to taste sour. My belly grumbled but it wasn’t because of hunger this time around, it was disgust. I was disgusted. Disgusted by him, his behavior and his manners. I didn’t feel like eating anymore. I felt full. I took the bowl off the counter and threw the rest of the chicken in the garbage.

I examined the object, not with interest, but with the utmost revulsion. So, was I to use this fake toy in the interim until I could mate with Raina? Fury coursed through my veins and I clenched my fists, which caused me to squeeze the pocket pussy. To my dismay, a disgusting, clear, jelly liquid squirted from the lifelike textured vagina and landed all over my face, going up my nose. “Devin!” I boomed, knowing that my shout would stretch across the island. Being gooped was not funny. Rigorously, I wiped my face with my hand and blew my nose free of that repulsive liquid. The coconut scent was stuck in my nostrils. I despised it.

It was as if I wasn’t meant to stay here forever, in a bad way. I looked around and saw a mirror facing me from outside the room. At least I had that. I walked to the mirror and washed my face in the sink. I noticed something was wrong with the mirror. I hit it and tested it a few times and realized it was a two-way mirror. Whoever had been in the room was watching me now through the mirror. I furiously gave them the middle finger in rage. "Took you this long to figure it out. For a diagnosed human psychopath, you're a little too stupid," the voice spoke over the intercom again.

His voice stayed low as the pressure of his finger increased, pushing against my bottom lip until it felt like one more ounce would split the skin. My body wanted to move back, or flinch, or do anything except freeze—but it wouldn’t move. Move, damn it. It didn’t listen. “You know what, just get your hand off me,” I breathed, heat flooding my cheeks even as my voice trembled with control. “About fear? I do feel…” I let the pause hang between us, and watched his eyes sharpen. “Disgust. Only disgust. Nothing more. Nothing less.” “Disgust? Doesn't sound new to me." He pulled his finger away, and I just stared at his masked face. Everything was hidden, every line and flicker, yet something in me

there were dead bodies outside that room which was looking like an abandon cottage. I felt the familiar urge of throwing up, the walls were splattered with blood by different patterns and I could not stop myself from throwing up when I saw the blown up brain of a person whose face was barely recognizable. I fell on my knees and next thing I knew I felt chunks of food coming out of my mouth with a nasty smell surrounding my senses. I felt Adriano tucking the strands of hair behind my ear as I emptied my guts. Finally, after minutes I felt good, as the voices were back to normal. “Aww, is the little princess okay.” The voice which I could recognize from a thousand feet away, mocked at me. Damo

Some hid under the table, and others withdrew their weapons and aimed them at the two Lombardo mercenaries who came into their workshop uninvited. “Drop your Goddamn weapons, you pinheads! You know you’re in the wrong here ... if you give us so much of a scratch, your entire family will be dead before Wednesday ... is that what you want?” Joey shouted at them. He glanced at Xander, who was calm as a clam after he took a shot at a man’s ear on his first day of work. “Tell your boss the Lombardo sent a message ... clean your operation, or we’ll be back with more men,” Joey added. He hesitated about what the men would do as their leader screamed bloody murder and fell to the floor.

I'm really thankful for the button of my heart that I can't smell anything. Letting my hands do the work while my eyes are tightly closed I opened the chest. *screech* It gives a weird screech like it was not been opened for countless of years. Inside the disgusting trash chest, there is a human head. ----------------------------------------