Voice Of Disgust Inside Out 2 Novels & Stories

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. ----------------------------------------

I let out another laugh. "Geeze. You could get another box in the kitchen if you don't like this one." Without a warning, I put the the piece inside my mouth. I rolled my eyes when I noticed your face. Wrinkles are clearly evident on your forehead as your mouth was twisted in disgust.

Her face was scrunched in distaste and she was utterly disgusted by the sight of the building's interior. Not to mention how dimly illuminated the room was as she entered, she could see little of the items that were littered on the floor. Her legs smashed into the skull of a human being which was starting to decay and her legs got stuck in it. She let out a frustrated groan, her face in a deep scowl as she glared at nothing in common. She kicked the hideous-looking bone out of her legs, mumbling incoherent curses at no one in particular. The skull crashed straight into a pile of bones in a corner of the spooky room, causing it to scatter all over the floor.

Their mouths twisted in a snarl, as though the very sight of me was an offense to their delicate sensibilities. Their gazes were like knives, slicing through my skin, dissecting every inch of my body. It was as if they were searching for something, some flaw that would justify their disgust. I could see the disgust in their eyes, the way they wrinkled their noses and turned away in disgust. Their reactions were a symphony of disgust and outrage, playing out before me with an unwelcome clarity.

He asked with a flat tone looking into my eyes. I felt my heart race. “As in, do like what I have done to you…” I stopped talking when I noticed at how serious he was. “NEVER! That hole where urine comes out through, where monthly blood comes out through, which is so close to where human waste comes out through…me take my mouth there??! Not under the sun. I cannot, pthooooooo!” He imitated the voice of disgust as if throwing up and I could tell for real that was something that he could not do at all, at least not that day.

Kian shouted behind him, “Hey, hey, f*ck! Don’t you dare run away from me! I’ll break your leg!” Once he took a step forward, he suddenly felt dizzy and whimpered softly, “Oh damn…” He knew that the time had come again! In an instant, Kian Webb’s consciousness was replaced by the disgusting desire. His eyes blinked ecstatically when he saw the filthy excretion that the driver didn’t manage to flush away. He ran back into the toilet, squatted down, reached into the toilet bowl, grabbed the excrement, and stuffed it into his mouth…

I didn’t answer; I was busy vomiting my guts out. Once I was done, I lean against the toilet. My arms draped around it still. Lifting my arm, I flush the disgusting things I just released out my mouth and took a deep breath. Turning around, I glare at Scarlett. The back of my hand wiping the remaining disgusting things on my lips. “Thanks a lot.” “You’re so weird,” Scarlett says, “Do you have like a bug?”

A warning to look away and not make their Queen uncomfortable. I wasn’t afraid to rip out some eyeballs because they were stupid enough to ignore my obvious warning. ‘The whore is fucking some desperate asshat in the closet!’ Grayson's annoying voice echoed in my head, ‘I don’t know why half of the school is desperate to fuck her. She sounds so disgusting. You know that sound you make when you're really, really constipated? I don’t but I bet she sounds like that. I bet that sounds horrible-’ I rolled my eyes, ‘I don’t care to know what she sounds like.’

I managed to crack a grin. He let go with a chuckle. "You look so beautiful when you smile, now, let's proceed to the actual dinner. Now, open your mouth," Like an obedient pup, I widened my mouth. It was disgusting. I was disgusting yet I let it happen and again, I let the voices in my head take over. It would be quite lovely if Blaze were to wind up dead, with his eyes plugged out, his intestines tugged out from his stomach, his tongue ripped out and his dick missing.

Now. I broke into a run down the hallway, my footsteps echoing louder than I’d have liked on the polished floors. I didn’t even know where I was headed until I spotted the sign for the restroom. I barely made it inside before my knees buckled, and I was hunched over the sink, retching. The acidic burn in my throat barely registered over the pounding in my head. The fear, the overwhelming sense of violation—it was too much. I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to block out the image of those damn dolls, but they were there, staring at me even in the darkness behind my eyelids.