Voice Of Disgust Inside Out 2 นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Jess sat there trying to concentrate on peeing when she was startled by a voice that said, "Twenty dollars you suck this dick." The voice sounded like it was in the room with her and she went stiff. "What," was all she could manage to say? "Twenty dollars you suck this dick." She looked to her left where she could now tell the voice was coming from and got the shock of her life. There was a big hole in the side of the stall which through it a long, thick black penis dangled.

He growled, low and dangerous, and slid inside her in one powerful thrust. She cried out, biting his shoulder to stay quiet. His pace was brutal, fast, like he wanted to erase every inch of her sanity. Each thrust slammed the washer harder against the wall, rattling detergent bottles, shaking Eden apart. “You like fucking in the places you’re supposed to clean?” he rasped into her neck. “Yes.” “You’re filthier than I thought.” Eden came hard, digging her nails into his back, biting back his name like it could save her.

I can barely open a stubborn pickle jar without breaking a sweat, let alone snap a human femur like a twig. But the blood on my hands… the taste in my mouth… “I did,” a voice female screeched inside my skull loudly and wild. ‘You? Who the fuck are you?!’

"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.

I bit my lip, trying to suppress my sobs, to hold back my tears, even though I knew they were on the verge of falling. I wasn’t crying, but why? Why do they want to come out of my eyes? "D-disgusting?" I looked down and smiled, no... I smirked, then laughed mockingly. I laughed like a madwoman in front of him. It hurt! "The taste of your blood is like poison. It was bitter, spicy... and made my stomach churn with disgust. Even now, it feels like my insides are being twisted." That’s enough. I don't want to hear any more. But why can’t I run away like he wanted from the beginning?

“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.

Deirdre opened it and saw a middle-aged woman shivering in a corner. It was her mother! “Open wide, looney!” said a disembodied voice. Whoever was speaking was standing outside of the frame. The camera turned to a bucket before zooming into its content. It was some kind of mushy chum, so minced and gooey that no one could tell what kind of food it was supposed to be made of. There were even flies hovering above it. The men scooped a bowl of it and flung it at Ophelia. “Food, looney! You were whining about being hungry, right?”