Voice Of Disgust Inside Out 2 นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Or anyone. I turned my head and looked at the untouched tray of food. Eggs congealed into rubbery lumps, toast curled into hard edges. A mug of cold black coffee sat beside it. My stomach roiled at the thought of eating. I closed my eyes again, inhaling the stale air. Memories swirled, sluggish and dark, pulling me under. Elvira’s voice in my head: “You disgust me.” She didn’t just say it with words. She said it with her eyes, her scent, the rigid way she held her shoulders. Like I truly disgusted her.

CHAPTER 7 Though sleep was challenging, Jeff managed to doze, but the dreams that followed seared his subconscious like a fire poker. In one, the dead fly in his vomit came to life and buzzed from the wastebasket, landing on his lips. He tried to blow it away, to spit it out when it crept down his throat, but the insect forced itself into his stomach where he could feel its vibrating hums as it laid batches of eggs. His gut grew heavy and bloated, swelling to twice its normal size as hundreds of maggots burst forth, eating their way out from the inside. He fought to scream, but larvae filled his lungs, suffocating him.

“You ain’t seen nothing yet. Honestly, babe, grow a womb if you want a kid, because I am not doing that again. That was the scariest movie I’ve ever seen—and I was in it.” He shudders. “I still can’t believe that thing just… fell out of her.” “Fell? It crawled out of hell, babe.” We exchange a look, then both dissolve into laughter. The kind of laughter you only have when your brain is broken and relief is flooding your limbs like warm water. We head home not long after, deciding to leave the rest of the drama for the next emotionally damaging episode. The second I get through the front door, I make a beeline for the shower. I don’t even look in the mirror. I just scrub like I’ve been to war

Something wasn’t right—not just discomfort, not just nerves. We hurried down the hallway together, stopping just outside the bathroom. The door wasn’t fully shut—it hung open by a few inches. Neither of us spoke. We just listened. First came the violent sounds of vomiting. That alone would’ve been enough to worry me. But what followed wasn’t normal. There was a low, guttural noise—something primal, raw, almost inhuman. My breath caught in my throat. Then, slowly, the door creaked open. What I saw next stopped me cold.

As tough as he was on the outside, especially when it came to me, he was a softy at heart. As I was heading out of my room, I heard Briseis purring from the depths of my mind. Suddenly, I had the urge to throw up. Covering my mouth, I quickly rushed into the restroom, barely making it to the toilet before throwing up. I felt relieved afterward and sat on the floor, trying to regain my composure. Briesis' purring had become even louder now, mocking me. Taking a deep breath, I sighed and left the restroom, making my way to the sink and rinsing my mouth. After I splashed water on my face, I looked at myself in the mirror, closing my eyes for a moment, determined to ignore Briesis's presence.

It wouldn’t hurt to sneak a quick bite before heading back inside to continue my race against the clock to get ready for tonight’s event. I carefully loosened the bow, enjoying the crisp sound of the ribbon sliding free, and lifted the lid… …only for my smile to drop instantly. Instead of the warm, buttery scent of freshly baked cookies, a rancid stench hit me straight in the face. Inside was… not cookies. In place of the cookies was something green. And slimey. Before my brain could process what I was staring at, the whole box erupted. A disgusting, gooey explosion of green slime burst into my face, coating me in the foul-smelling mess.

Nikolai came to Emeric's office on a Thursday evening, and Tobin heard every word because the ventilation system in the east corridor carried sound with the fidelity of a confessional. He had discovered the acoustic flaw on his second night at the estate, cataloguing it alongside the camera blind spots and the patrol gaps and all the other imperfections in a security system that was excellent but not perfect. The vent in the hallway outside the guest wing shared a duct with the one in Emeric's office, and when both grilles were open, voices travelled through the sheet metal with a clarity that was almost indecent.

Veesa nods, her look very like a perplexed one. Once inside, I heave again, and the green sludge comes out in a rush. The darkness rises up, and I yelp out a weak, 'No', before it swallows me whole.

The glass slips. Cracks on the edge of the table. I stare—just for a second. Then I knock the bottle off with the back of my hand. It crashes. Shatters. Like me. My hands dig into my scalp, jaw clenched so tight it aches. She flinched from me. Not fear. Disgust. The kind that lingers. The kind that rewrites everything. And the worst part? I don’t blame her. I grab my keys. Anywhere is better than here.

“Ra—“ he called out. “I said get the FUCK OUT!!” My voice cracked on the last word and I felt no remorse or whatsoever. He turned around, about leaving my room when he uttered those words. “There’s something you need to know about the tape.” “I don’t want to hear shit from you.” “It wasn’t just me—” “I said I don’t want to hear it!” My hands were shaking on the bat now. I turned away so he wouldn’t see my face getting hot. “You disgust me. You make my skin crawl, you know that? I look at you and I feel sick and disgusted.”