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everygildedstar · 3 years

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Bible Study (Optional Male Bias)

Summary: He wants to know what could be better than God’s love, and you are happy to enlighten him

Pairing: Optional Bias x Reader

Word Count: 1.9k

Warnings: smut, corruption kink, religious corruption, blasphemy, hand jobs, blow jobs, riding, fem dom, male sub, loss of virginity, sex in a church, semi-public sex, quoting scripture during sex

A/N: It’s been a while since i wrote a smut so i’m rusty, so please be nice. Inspired by a discussion with @bigkpopstan and anon about religious corruption and Heeseung. Heeseung was in mind when I wrote this but it’s technically optional bias so have fun. ;)

“Meet me in the confession booth when everyone leaves for the barbeque,” you had messaged him.

There had been a certain tension between the two of you for a while. He knew you weren’t the innocent “Church Girl” you pretended to be, and you knew he was curious. Curious about what could be so great as to reject what you were taught at church. What could possibly be better than God’s love?

He had asked you as much one day, while you were waiting for your parents to stop socializing so you could go home.

“Because I like what I can understand,” you answered. “I like what makes me feel alive. I like what I can be certain of. And I am certain that there are a great number of things that are more pleasurable to me than church, and worshipping our so-called God while receiving nothing in return.”

“Like what?” he pushed.

“Maybe I could show you sometime,” you had said before walking out with your family.

He hadn’t brought it up to you again for a long time, but you could tell he thought about it. You could see it in his face every time you caught him looking at you, and every time he would look away blushing, as if he had been caught doing something sinful.

Finally he couldn’t take it anymore. He asked you to show him. And that’s how, today, you ended up pulling him into the confession booth in the empty church.

You shut and locked the door behind you, and then there was silence. The tension was so thick, just the sound of your breaths to fill the space, only a small amount of light leaking into the tiny room.

“Are you sure about this?” you asked. “There is no going back. You will only be pretending to be the good church boy. You will be like me,” You reach out and hold his face in one hand and the nape of his neck with the other, leaning in to whisper in his ear, “a sinner.”

You feel him nod. “Use your words.”

“Yes. I’m sure.”

“And you are not scared?” you ask further.

“No. If it is truly a sin, and should I wish to repent, God is merciful. He will take me back,” he says.

You let out a breathy laugh. “And if you don’t wish to repent?”

He wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you closer. “Then I suppose hell can’t be that bad if you’ll be there, my own beautiful temptress.”

You laughed again. “So much for the good little church boy.”

You leaned in and kissed him. It started out slow and sweet, and you tried to pour every ounce of passion and honey as you can into every movement. He seemed to follow your lead leaning into you so much you were leaning back with him. You bit his lip, and then took his gasp to press your tongue into his mouth. He moans a little, surprised at the intrusion and starts sucking on it.

You slowly move him back until his back hits the wall of the booth, pressing yourself close to his body. You tug his hair while your other hand starts to roam, slowly feeling its way past each dip in his defined chest and abdomen. You hook a finger in his belt loop and use it to pull his hips even further against you, forcing him to break the kiss and let out a moan. You move to kiss his neck, or at least the little bit you could reach with his unbuttoned collar. He moans again, and then again even louder when your hips forward. “What is your favorite scripture?” you ask. “Recite it for me, and don’t stop or I’ll stop.”

“What-” he asks as you unbutton his pants while you attack his neck with your mouth again. He gasps when you pull down his zipper, and then you reach your fingers into the waistband of his boxer briefs, eventually grasping his cock with only the tips of your fingers. He lets out a needy groan, rolling his hips into your touch, but you don’t move any further.

“Recite it, or I’m not going to do anything.”

He takes a second to gather his thoughts enough. “The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not wa-want.” He stutters when you pull his waistband down and bring his cock out, hissing at the cold air. You give it one stroke, and then stop, waiting for him to continue.

“He maketh me to lie d-down in green pastures-” You start stroking him slowly, rubbing your thumb over his slit once to gather his pre-come. You continue kissing his neck until you find a sweet spot that makes him whimper.

“-he leadeth me be-beside the still waters.” You move faster, pumping lightly with each stroke, while you pull his hair with the hand still resting there.

“He restoreth my s-soul-” His grip on you tightens, hands grabbing fistfulls of the material of your church dress. “-he leadeth me in the p-paths of righteousness for his -ngh- name's sake.”

“Yea, though I wa-alk through the valley of the sha-hadow of death, I will f-fear no evil-” you move your kisses to the other side of his neck, and he throws his head back against the wood of the booth.

“-for thou art with m-me; thy rod and thy s-staff they co-co-comfort me- ” You then get on your knees in front of him, licking the tip of his cock, hand still stroking his length. “-Shit!”

You snicker, giving a long lick up the underside before looking up at him. “Don’t swear when you are reciting scripture, sinner.” -he moans at the nickname- “Keep going.”

He whines again before he continues, voice considerably higher.

“Th-thou preparest a ta-able before me in the pre-esence of mine enemies-” You take the head of his cock into your mouth, sucking lightly. He lets out a guttural groan.

“-thou anointest m-my head with o-oil-” your hand that isn’t preoccupied with stroking the part of his cock that is not deep in your mouth is making its way under to cup his balls.

“-my cup ru-runneth over.” He muffles a whine with one hand while the other makes its way into your hair.

He pulls his hand away from his mouth to recite the next part. “Surely g-goodness and merc-cy shall follow me all the d-days of my life- ngh!” You are bobbing your mouth farther and farther each time, and he has to refrain from thrusting his cock deeper into your mouth.

“-and I will dwell in the house of the Lord for ever. Fuck, I’m so close-” He finishes his scripture, and you take him as far as you can and swallow, the squeezing of your throat around his cock almost sending him over the edge. You lift your mouth off of him with a pop, and he whines like a hurt puppy. “No- Please- Why?”

You stand back up and turn him, making sit on the seat to your left, before you push your skirt up around your hips and straddle him. “You didn’t think I was gonna let you have all the fun, did you?”

You grip his cock again, rubbing the tip over the wet spot on your panties. Both of you let out a moan together, pressing your foreheads together. His hands fly to your hips, gripping them tightly.

“Are you okay with this?” You ask again before you continue.

He nods, the thin ray of light peeking into the booth in a perfect spot to show the desire in his eyes. “Yes, please. Please let me feel you. I’m not turning back.” He kisses you again, short but passionately. “Ruin me.”

You whine at his words, then you pull your soaked panties to the side and line his cock up with your entrance before you sink down on him, ever so slowly. Deep, long moans come from both of you. You kiss him again when he is fully sheathed inside you.

“Would you like for me to recite my favorite scripture for you?” you ask him, foreheads together while you adjust to his large size. “It was from a woman to her lover, and I feel like it fits the situation nicely.”

He nods, interested. “Enlighten me.”

“My beloved is white and ruddy, the chiefest among ten thousand.” You start to move agonizingly slowly up and down his length. He buries his face in your neck to muffle his noises and grips your hips even harder, and you were sure you would have bruises in the shape of his hands the next day.

“His head is as the most fine gold; his locks are bushy, and black as a raven.” You tangle your hands into his own hair and he attaches his lips to the side of your neck like you had done to him.

“His eyes are as the eyes of doves by the rivers of waters, washed with milk, and fitly set.” You start to move faster, rolling your hips with each thrust.

“His cheeks are as a bed of spices, as sweet flowers; his lips like lilies, dropping sweet-smelling myrrh.” You feel his hips stutter as he struggles to keep from thrusting up into you.

“His hands are as gold rings set with the beryl-” He loses the fight, and starts jerking his hips up as you sink down, causing him to go way deeper, hitting your sweet spot and making you moan. “-his belly is as bright ivory overlaid with sapphires.”

“His legs are as pillars of marble set upon sockets of fine gold; his countenance is as Lebanon, excellent as the cedars.” You take one of his hands from your hips and press it between you against your clit, ripping a whine out of you.

“His mouth is most sweet-“ you move impossibly faster, even with your thighs growing tired. Your combined sounds and heavy breaths resonate within the confined box.

“I’m close- is it ok if I…” He asked. You nod pulling him close, lips hovering only a hair away from his.

“-yea, he is altogether lovely.” You kiss him deeply as you reach your high, hands harshly pulling his hair and gripping his shoulder. The squeezing from your release sent him over the edge, and he pulled your hips flush to his, coating your insides.

As you come down from your orgasms, you finish the scripture. “This is my beloved, and this is my friend, O daughters of Jerusalem.”

The two of you sit in silence for a minute, catching your breaths.

“Holy shit-” he says, and you let out a breathy laugh as you pull off of him, both of you wincing at the sensitivity. “I see why you do this now.”

“Are you gonna regret this and never talk to me again?” You ask, standing up and fixing yourself up.

“Hell no.” He puts himself away and zips and buttons his pants. You feel his hands rest on your hips, and you wrap your arms around his neck, leaning in for another kiss.

“What do we tell our parents if they ask where we’ve been?”

“Tell them we were doing private bible study and shared our favorite verses. And maybe ask if we can see each other more often for “bible study” sessions,” you added before stealing another kiss.

“Sounds good to me,” he said. “That’s the only kind of bible study I’ll need from now on. If god is real and merciful, he can forgive me when the day comes. I have the only god I want to believe in right here in my arms.”

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honestsycrets · 6 years

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No Thieves Welcome V: Stupider Than I Thought

Author’s Notes | See Hvitserk’s masterlist for the rest.

❛ pairing | hvitserk/reader

❛ word count | 1904

❛ genre | multiseries + bad romance

❛ summary | Reader begins to become suspicious of Hvitserk.

❛ warnings | Manipulation, Smut

The weekend flew by.

Lucky for you, Magnus had been insistent that you didn’t have to come back because-- well, he heard of the honey haired boy with the man bun and the girl running off in giggles out behind a pillar. It didn’t take a genius to figure that one out. Your parents seemed none the more wiser to what was going on. Perhaps it wasn’t even their business! You were grown! You could go with whoever you wanted to--

Not that you were sure you wanted to go out with Hvitserk in the first place.

He was devoted to his brother Ubbe and his shared girlfriend Margrethe. It all seemed very… temporary. As if everything could change in an instant. Was that ever something you wanted? No… you think, probably not.

“You were at the Ragnarsson’s?! With Magnus in the hospital!” Asta is shrill, beating her black sneakers on the gum pasted concrete.

“Shhh!” You look around from the rod iron fence hiding the football field in green, white and red. It was spirit week. Your crimson mini skirt sported a snowy white underskirt and your hair was high on your head, tumbling down your back. You spun around on red and white sneakers. “You can’t let anyone know!”

“Why not?” Asta tucks away her blazing red hair behind her ear, the underside of her hand marked by handmade tattoos. You even had one-- the rune of Jera on your ring finger looping around like a ring. You remember how much trouble you had gotten into after that little stunt with Asta.

“Well I… guess I’m not sure how I feel about him. I don’t want other people to go running their mouths either.” You both turn the corner into the small cottage like cafe. The bell on the door sings as you both walk in. Roasting coffee beans and fresh pastries waft into the cafe’s warm air, a comfortable escape from the morning cold outside.

“God morgen!”

One of the two older women call out from behind the wide glass displays of treats that stack like no ones business. There were so many! You bubble up, light on your feet coming up to the cash register. Asta comes beside you, knocking you in the side as you order your typical… plus, a few cherry tarts. Not for you but--

“Psst, (Y/N)!” Asta digs her elbow into your side. You hand over your card as she does. A particularly achy jab has you at long last turning your face up to her, hands balled up on your hips.

“What is it?!” You snap. Had you been more attentive to the company in The Starry Nite cafe, you would have noticed the dull eyes of Margrethe staring nearly through you. Her teeth drop that prick her cheeks almost like sharp razor blades, sinking through your skin. You feel as if you’re not the only one thinking of razor blades when she catches your eyes.

“(Y/N).” Ubbe steps from behind Margrethe’s stony figure. “I thought Hvitserk wanted to pick you up.”

“He did?” Asta speaks. “We could have met up after school!”

Ubbe stands like a great wall between Margrethe and you. You’re almost thankful for that… because, at the least, you don’t have to look into her eyes. You focus on his chest, tugging the sleeves of a snowy white hoodie that wasn’t yours at all over your palms.

“(Y/N).” The older woman at the cash register knows you by name. She’s your saving grace behind her silky brown bob and smothering fat curves. You slip by Ubbe and Margrethe to grab your coffee and treats, handing Asta’s hers.

“I’ll wait for you in the car.”

Ubbe sweeps out of the room. Oh god-- oh god, he’s left. Even with Asta beside you, your whole body begins to feel hot and it was neither due to the hoodie or the warm coffee in your fingertips. The dewey slick of sweat under your hoodie breaks out, intensifying when the older woman comes by.

“Here you are Margrethe.” She hands her a straight black coffee-- and something wafting of Snickerdoodles despite clearly being roasted coffee as well. Asta pulls you past, but just as you pass her, you hear the words that fall from her lips.

You’re really stupider than I thought.

You wonder just what she meant. Your mouth is full of pastry before you know it. Asta walks beside you along the frost of the floors. It had taken you minutes to get to school, listening Asta prattle about jeeze, that assignment coming up in Biology that-- oh god.

“Hvit and I haven’t finished it!” You shriek.

“You still have a day or so.” Asta spoke around a powdery soft doughnut. She’s snarfed down a few by that point. She didn’t know what it was like to be with a Ragnarsson. Despite her words, you are already rounding the rod iron gates of the school for the old main.

“It’s due on Wednesday!”

Hvitserk was taking this so lightly, it was sickening. Never once had you met a man with such little regard for his grade. He reclines against the wall where he was at with a fluffy cherry tart between his nimble fingertips that tinge red. He had snarfed down a good half of whatever you had in that white paper bag.

“Don’t tell me about it babe.” Hvitserk chuckles, popping the last bite into his mouth.

“I just did! Science paper. Due. Wednesday!”

Hvitserk leans his hand out, raking a line of cherry sauce across your puffy, pink stained lips. He flicks your lower lip and pushes his thumb into your mouth. It’s only been days since you lost your coveted innocence to this man, but he has began to train you. Your mouth suckles around his thumb, sucking clean the taste from his salty fingers.

“Yeah, see? That’s better.” Hvitserk flicks his thumb out of your mouth, booping you on the nose. “Things work out a lot better when you shut your little whore mouth and listen to me, right?”

You nod-- and Hvitserk replaces his hateful words with a small laugh, lowering his hands to the glistening belt buckle keeping his pants up. There is a soft whurr of his zipper sliding in an agonizingly slow lull, filling your stomach with apprehension.

“Now, get on the fucking floor and suck my cum out of my balls, princess. If you’re good-- I’ll even keep you company for this paper or what the fuck ever.” With a bored jerk of his cock, Hvitserk dips his hand into his leather jacket-- seeking out the one thing that he always wanted on a cold morning: a very cherry lollipop.

What if someone saw? Heat rose to your cheeks, looking about the empty hall. It was early and in this little nook downstairs, where monitors rarely came, you weren’t really afraid of being caught by them. Only the others that came around. You don’t want to disappoint him.

“That’s my princess.” Hvitserk worships from behind his lollipop as you sink down, raking your fingers over his leather jacket and hips to bring chills to his bones. Squating on the ground before him, however, you aren’t sure what to do. His cock is of a good girth, long with the outline of blue veins across its shaft. You’ve seen enough online-- but never in person. A sudden tap between your vibrant red skirt, across white lacy panties that are as thin as they came, entices you forward with sloppy, wet licks along the underside of his shaft.

“Shit I forgot you’re a cute lil virgin.” Hvitserk laughs softly, allowing your tongue to travel across his crown. You massage his slit with the tip of your tongue, spiteful to his words-- a cute lil virgin! You ease your mouth over his tip, inch by little inch to show that you could be a good girl like Margrethe, too.

“Don’ worry, (Y/N). I fuckin’ love teaching virgins. Fuck.” Hvitserk is full of glee, bending his knees just so. His hand comes down upon your head, grabbing the base of your ponytail. “You even made it easy for me with this cute lil pony.”

The bell tolls in the speakerphone, a reverberating little ring that has your eyes shifting. Hvitserk tugs your hair back, sinking within your mouth like a warm pussy inch by inch. “Nah-ah.” He warns. “Focus on my fat cock in your mouth.”

How could you not? The last few inches of him nearly have you gagging under his size, wet tears building at the sides of your eyes from the force. It’s not that he doesn’t taste-- just wonderful. He does, he more than does. It’s too much when Hvitserk’s sneakers flex, grazing your soaking pussy underneath. It’s an invitation for you and you quickly take it, grinding your pussy down over him. You’re nothing but his toy, taking his frantic thrusts with your temples screaming out in pain and protest. At long last he wells over, flushing his cock deep down your throat. His milky seed pumps inside of your mouth, causing you to gag and pull off of him with a few wheezing coughs.

“That’s gonna stain.” Hvitserk extends his hand out to you, allowing you to take it. He pulls you to stand, winding his arms around your waist and snuggling for a second. He’s almost cute when he snuggles. Then, with a low huff from his lips, he releases you to tuck himself away.

“C’mon, don’t you have history or some shit?” His fingers reach out to lace in yours, forming excited bubbles coming to the surface to delight your cheeks. You’re deadly excited but-- one thing bothers you. You don’t ever remember telling him your schedule.

AP World History.

If you did the reading-- it was an easy pass. For you, certainly it could be a bit heavy with your AP Science and dull literature class… but you were managing. Managing well despite everyone saying that you would do so bad. The old man, your teacher, pulled his stool up to sit with a jaunty sway.

“Before we begin.” He says, chalky hands dusting his beard gray. “I’d like to talk about Magnus.”

The seat Magnus usually took beside you was empty. He loved to sit by the windows, though cemented locked as they were, the birds would stoop on the edge of the building. It was lonely without him to be there with you, pass notes and drawings while giggling about silly Greek passages. You glance to the empty desk beside you.

“While we don’t usually involve students in adult issues…” He speaks as if half the class wasn’t already rearing to graduate and get the fuck out of this school. “Captain Aethelwulf has asked for assistance in locating the students whom jumped and beat Magnus last Friday in the parking lot during lunch.”

Right after you left him all alone.

“If you’ve seen anything, or heard anything, come talk to any instructor in private. Now, that’s all to be said about that.”

Your professor wipes his puffy hands and turns away-- walking back to the chalkboard. Your book is open, but you aren’t looking at it. Your eyes avert to your phone in your lap, lit up with a message from the very man your mind flits to.

Hvitserk

Meet me at the library after 5th period.

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fairyshuuu · 6 years

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Solance; Revisited I

Genre: Devil!au, Angel!au Length: 3.6k Author’s note: This is a continuation of one of my favorite stories, called Solance, but it can be read alone. For my sweetest @kookiie-bear, you’ve been waiting too long. I hope you’ll like it~

The room is completely silent apart from the taps of your heels, echoing on the stone walls like a steady rhythm. You smile. Normally, it’s not this silent when you are around. Normally, there’s more screams. Right as you think that, you pass the black door, icy pull making you look up. It’s made out of a sort of black mirror, allowing you to watch your own reflection. You’re dressed in all black, tight around your curves, with thigh high lace up boots. Your top is made of a near see-through fabric, revealing the lace bra below, with two extra straps that wrap around your chest and neck. Your pants are of a very tight leather, that makes your ass look immensely good. And to think you would have talked down on people who dressed like this before.

You take a deep breath, and push open the door, ignoring the icy cold shock that runs over your skin. The room you enter in is the same familiar deep maroon color as the stone outside, though it feels much warmer here. Your eyes flick to the fireplace then, and around the room. Of course He would put the fire on. Crazy man and his insatiable nature. The painfully neutral face turns to the door when you move, obsidian eyes finding yours. He leans back in his chair then, looking ever so bored, as he runs a hand through his fiery red hair.

You flick your light colored hair over your shoulder, and tilt your head at the man across the room, popping out your hip. “I swear you are trying to get me to take off even more clothes than I already do.” The tall man looks up again, a small grin spreading on his face, while you walk closer. You swing your hips even more than usual than when closing in on him, fighting the knowing grin off your face when he leans back into the plush of his seat. If anyone could get every woman he set his eyes on, it would be Him, you muse. Well, every woman, except for you. When you get to his throne, you bow your head ever so slightly, before walking up even farther, and leaning right up into his space to hover next to his ear. “I doubt Jongin would appreciate that very much though.” You whisper, a cocky smile breaking through when you lean back.

The flame haired man just stretches his hands, smiling in agreement. His deep voice trembles through the room then, though he doesn’t move his lips at all. Beelzebub. Nice to see you’re back. How was your trip? He smiles wider when you huff in annoyance, turning away from him. You can get any man to melt, except for this one. Though you know he still likes what he sees.

Absentmindedly, your hands find the two daggers on your belt, as you twist them around between your fingers in thought. “It went as planned. A little fun here, a little terror there. Mankind is still painfully unreligious, it seems.” You chuckle then, biting your lip. “How innocent.” You twirl one of the hooked daggers around, before suddenly tossing it. The metal slices through the plush of the throne with a sharp sound, sticking in only a hair away from the man’s face, who’s smile is wider than ever now. You just run a hand behind your neck, pulling the hair over your shoulder, and walk back over, coming to sit on the armrest of the chair. “Enough about me, my Lord,” you smirk, pulling the knife out if the fabric, and lean your chin on your palm, “what about your plans?”

Not much to tell yet. Now move, little devil, I have things to do. He raises his brows when you hop off the throne, and pull air through your teeth to make a ‘tsk’ sound.

You grin then, walking towards the door backwards as you gesture your hands down the length of your body. “Nothing, devil. I’m all human, baby.” You twirl your blades in your hands once more, before sliding them back in the loops on your belt. You pause then, and tap your fingers on your thigh before pushing open the door and sighing deeply. You just turn around once more, smile slipping off completely. “You should come play with us again, Chanyeol. You’re not having enough fun. Live a little. That’s your role in this whole show, remember?”

When the door falls shut behind you, you shake your head to yourself, before moving again. Your long legs easily cross the remainder of rooms to your destination, as you push open the double doors with a wicked grin. “The boss has returned, boys!”

All the pitch black eyes in the room turn to you then, before a ruckus breaks out, multiple men rushing over to you. One of the ones who reaches you first through all the people, is Baekhyun, smile wide as ever. His dark maroon is split 6:4, revealing his forehead, while he runs his tongue over his sharp teeth. “Belle. Nice to see you’re back.” Many of the other men are calling your name too, which causes Baekhyun to lean closer to you to stay above the noise. “Did you tell Jongin when you’d be back, because I think he’s a little busy right now?”

You shake your head at his question, before looking over the mess of men, who are about to get into fights, some already rolling over each other in punches, trying to get to you. Everyone wants favors, and you’re the only one who is willing to give them. You smile. Only a few though, which is why everyone is so desperate. When it gets too loud for your liking, you take a stance in front of the blur of men, heels clicking on the dark floor, while Baekhyun smirks knowingly. “Boys.” They are too busy beating each other to pieces to hear. “Boys!” Suddenly it goes silent, as everyone’s eyes move to your shape again, most of them straightening up. “Slow down, little demons. There’s enough of this,” you put your hands on your hips, “for everyone. Now, be good, and sit down again.”

With a giggle you blow them a kiss, making their faces twist in agony for just a second as the sizzling air touches them, before they all slow down and take their seats again. You turn back to Baekhyun then, who is leaning on the bar, while taking a bite of an apple.

His cocky smile is still in place when he licks is lips. “That was incredibly hot. Are you sure you’re Jongin’s?”

You laugh with a hand on your chest then, real amusement filling you. “Baekhyun, sweetie,” you run a nail along his sharp jaw, as he shudders under your touch, “you have a harem of bitches who are waiting for you back home.” Right when he wants to retort, you tilt your head at him. “I’m a full commitment, love. I don’t share.”

Baekhyun groans then, tossing his head back. “But I do~” he whines, before looking back at you when he sees you walk away. “And who knew the Devil’s second in command would have such a nice ass?!”

Again, you laugh, moving through the people, while Baekhyun follows behind. “I don’t know, Kyungsoo did have a great ass too.” Your eyes automatically pull to the side when you spot the raven haired man. “Speak of the devil and he shall reveal himself.”

Kyungsoo raises just one of his thick brows, though his eyes stay on the wooden rod he’s sharpening. “Belle. Didn’t expect you back so soon.” He grins then, making his lips into a heart shape. “How did home feel with that human ass?” He says it as a sneer, before finally connecting his eyes with yours.

You chuckle, though you don’t move your eyes from his, as your hands rest on your daggers automatically. The tension keeps rising the longer the silence drags on, before you finally cave, smiling widely. You bend down and place a soft kiss on Kyungsoo’s cheek, blinking softly now. “Didn’t miss me too much, did you?”

“Never.” Kyungsoo chuckles, before moving his eyes to a slightly enchanted Baekhyun, who was most definitely staring at your ass again.

When he notices, Baekhyun straightens up, pulling air through his teeth. “Why does he get to tap that, but I don’t?” He pouts then, red hair falling across his face as he takes a step towards you, and places his hands on your hips. “I promise I’ll treat you well.”

It doesn’t even take a second for your dagger to be pressed against the curve of Baekhyun’s throat though, as he swallows deeply. You smile sweetly at him, eyes peering into his wide ones, grinning when you see the fear swim there. You softly lean into him, pressing your warm lips to his cold cheek, before pulling back and moving from his grip entirely. “Don’t play with fire, Baekhyun, or you’ll get burned-” You chuckle again, cocking your head at Kyungsoo, “and fire is my specialty, dear.”

Kyungsoo gets up to follow you, both of you leaving behind a shocked Baekhyun, as you leave through the far door. In these halls, the fire is dimmed, making it rest in an almost complete darkness. You know where you’re going though, since you’ve been here a lot in the past centuries. More than you’d like to admit to anyone. Kyungsoo walks next to you in silence for a while, until even he feels the need to break the tension. “Fire is your specialty, huh?”

You bite back a smile. “Well, something like that, right?” Kyungsoo hums, though you can see him eyes roam the halls, curious to where you think you’re going. Apart from your Master and Jongin, Kyungsoo is the only person you would truly consider a friend down here. He’s also the only one who knows of your history before your name became Belle. With a shudder, you remember that day.

Tears running down your face, as you sit in front of his door on your knees, bruised, broken. Even after all these immortal years, you’re not blind to the pain that crosses hell every day. Screams ring out, as you press your hands to your ears in panic. “Kyungsoo, please!” You scream, just praying he’ll let you in. The door clicks out of lock then, and you scramble up and inside as quickly as you can.

The dark figure standing in the hallway just watches as you toss the door closed, trying to hide from the agonizing screams, and lock it just as quickly. You slide down then, burying your face in your hands, as you sob. You can’t. Chanyeol has to pick some other soul. You can feel Kyungsoo’s chilly gaze move over your form, hand crossed over his wide chest and big eyes blinking slowly.

You push yourself up, not caring about the consequences right now, and run over to him, in need of any kind of comfort now Jongin is gone. He’s out, and won’t come back until later, but you don’t have until later. You’re dealing with the devil after all. You throw your hands around Kyungsoo’s waist, and push your face into his chest, shaking softly. “I can’t do it, Kyungsoo, please. He has to find someone else. Why can’t you just-” Your sobbing only get’s worse. “Please. P-please. I’m begging you.”

Eventually, Kyungsoo breaks, wrapping his strong arms around you too, which only makes you cry harder. If Kyungsoo has any kind of compassion, there’s no way out. He won’t choose someone else. You are His pick, that’s it. “You can run.” He whispers, brushing your hair gently, “for a while.”

You shake your head, pulling him closer. “You know I can’t. I have Jongin.”

Kyungsoo goes silent then, biting his words. Eventually, he pats your shoulders, before pulling back. “It’ll be over soon. You’ll get used to it. The first years are the hardest.”

The halls are completely silent, only your steps ringing out now, as you take a deep breath. “Where’s Jongin?” The man next to you pauses, before swallowing. You turn to him then, a frown deep on your face. “Where is he?” The silence drags on longer when he stops walking, so you turn to him. “Kyungsoo! Where is Jongin?”

“There’s been some problems. You remember how you got here, right?” His dark eyes find yours through long lashes. You shudder at the memory, and nod. “His time is almost up. When he’s done burning-” You don’t need to hear more, and look up to the ceiling. They couldn’t.

“Where is Jongin? I need to see him.” You repeat now, ignoring the slight panic in your voice. No. You’re not losing control again. Not now you’ve just gotten used to all this. Kyungsoo doesn’t even have to open his mouth, as soon as he lifts his arm in the direction, you’re sprinting down the halls.

You get to the familiar door, and take a deep breath. Everything would be fine. You walk through the glass, shuddering slightly in the cold, before putting your hand on your chest when you pass through. You felt that. When you look up though, your eyes find the bright white portal immediately. A giant portal, light beaming from all corners, with giant marble pillars and gold flowers growing around them. The other side is quite the fan of show display. Then your eyes find the people standing in front of them. Jongin.

You rush over to him, and cling onto his arm, looking at him with big eyes. Jongin looks down at you too, a relieved look in his eyes, but he doesn’t say anything. You know he can’t, not in proximity to these creatures. You look at the other familiar demon, that nods at you. Minseok. Then your eyes find the more lush people in the room, who look at the three of you with some distaste. Sehun and Yixing. Of course they would be sent. Light and dark.

Sehun’s sharp face is still perfect, dark hair falling over his forehead, leaving his bright blue eyes free. He’s dressed in completely white, obviously, a gold necklace around his neck, the name Abaddon written on it. White wings on display, held proudly behind him. His stern brows pull together even more at your arrival, before a grin paints on his lips. “Would you look at that. The one and only Beelzebub. How fun of you to join us.” He tilts his head, and chuckles. “I presume this attracts even your attention.” You can’t help the face you pull at him. He has always reminded you of a snake, with open jaws, ready to nap at anything in his surroundings.

You look over Yixing too, who sports the same clothing, only has the name Gabriel written on his necklace. He tuts his lips at Sehun’s sharp tongue, bowing his head to you instead. You bow back a bit, not letting go of Jongin’s arm. He just tightens his arm around your waist and holds you closer, clear aversion on his handsome face. Yixing blinks, before his bright green eyes find yours, from under his blonde hair. “Beelzebub. Seems we’ve come to quite the conundrum. There’s a soul that’s almost done burning, and is allowed into Heaven soon. Only, it seems to be chained…” he looks back at Sehun a second, who grins in amusement and shakes is wings, “to you.”

It’s only now that Jongin speaks up. “Is there no way to break the bond? You cannot possibly want to take the Devil’s right hand with to Heaven.”

Yixing nods. “That would be less than ideal, yes. But since she’s … more human than most of us, if the bond is not broken, that is what will happen.” He puts his hand out to you then, that you take with a little skepticism. His eyes close, as he takes a deep breath. When his eyes open again, they are gold, completely. “Her soul is yours, but his soul is ours. The bond can’t be broken that simply. A deal with the devil lasts for eternity.” He lets your hand go quickly, blinking a couple times as his eyes fade back to green.

You take a step back and take a deep breath, before gathering yourself again. Chanyeol did this. He did this, so He will have a plan too. Nothing just goes over His head like that, He wouldn’t just forget. Your confidence fills again when that realization hits, and you roll your head. Jongin and Minseok feel it too, the tilt in gravity in your body, so when a smirk comes to Minseok’s face, you just raise your eyebrow at Sehun.

He frowns at your sudden change, and takes a small step back. You run your hand through your hair once, biting your lip. “Well. It seems that the Devil has worked himself into some trouble then, doesn’t it?” You stride over to Sehun then, hips swaying with your steps as the tall man blinks. Even angels have their weak spots. For this particular one it just so happens to be … women. You walk around him slowly, teasingly, as you run your sharp nails from his chest to his shoulder and back muscles, before leaning up to hover your lips over his ear.

“Doesn’t that sound familiar, Sehun? Maybe there’s some changes happening in His plan for all of us, after all.” You chuckle softly as you see Sehun shiver ever so slightly, though his face stays stone. You wink from your spot to Jongin for a second, who is just enjoying every part of this. Since you know Jongin doesn’t mind, you swing your arms around Sehun’s shoulders, his wings fluttering as your body meets them, and kiss the skin just below his ear, biting playfully. “What do you say, little angel? Ready to lose your virginity after eternity of being pure?” Sehun breathes out slowly, before shaking you off, with a grunt.

You skip back over to Jongin with a chuckle, Sehun gathering himself for just a moment. “Just fix this mess and don’t play, Belle.”

“Oh, but Sehun,” you just grin, taking your spot under Jongin’s arm again, “playing around is what I do.”

Yixing clears his throat then, looking slightly uncomfortable at the entire happening. Even he has desires, maybe not women necessarily, but something, and you’ll uncover them if you get the chance. “Good. Message is delivered. Hopefully, we don’t have to see you again soon.”

You laugh at that, and rest your hands on your belt, running your thumbs over your knives. “I hope for the opposite, boys. Maybe more angels will be falling, soon. I’ll be waiting for that day.” Something shimmers is Sehun’s eyes, but he walks over to the portal with Yixing eventually, both man stepping through with a bright light.

“Okay,” you sigh, heels tapping on the stone once again, though this time He doesn’t look up, “explain. I know this was your doing. What’s the plan?” The redhead doesn’t look up from his hands, that are covered in blood. The fluid drips from his fingers on the glass table, twisting the toll into an infinite spin. His eyes don’t raise from the little toy, though he does purse his lips. You sigh, but are too impatient to play around. You need answers. “Master?”

Politeness is always appreciated. He walks away from the table, not minding the blood as it drips on his perfectly clean floor. You wonder where the blood comes from, but you then remember you don’t really care. There’s something big coming, my little devil. The tall man turns on his heels, eyes glazy and unfocused, holding his steps right in front of you. Can’t you taste it in the air? His hand lifts then, thumb pressing on your bottom lip. Can’t you feel it pulling at the end of your spine? His thumb slips in and rests on your tongue, and suddenly you feel like you’re choking.

You can’t breathe, something thick and heavy flowing down your air pipe in a way that numbs you. Chanyeol’s dark eyes don’t leave your face while he does it, whatever it is he’s doing. There’s a moment where his chest stops moving, and then you pull away. You look behind you, blackness, look back in front, blackness. Chanyeol is gone. Everything is. It’s quiet, like icy claws trailing down your stomach and legs. When the darkness clears there’s just gray, and black smoke, a thick layer of mist shrouding in front of your eyes.

And then the sound of thousands of feet marching at the same time, a row of faces walking out of the mist. They are stone soldiers, wings folded tightly behind them as their stone legs move in sync and march past. You stumble back out of shock, eyes flicking all over the place. Where are you? Where’s Chanyeol? What is happening? You bump into another one of the soldiers. When you fall to your knees because of the knockback, you heave. Suddenly, there’s a voice. It carries through the silence, over the loud muteness of the marching, flowing through the smoke and into your pores as you gasp for air.

“When we march out, we’ll wipe the earth of the face of evil.”

You’re gasping, panting, begging for something to enter your empty lungs. The smoke is pulled into your nose, filling your limbs and veins, dragging you into the ground. You try to lift your legs and hands from the suddenly tar-like white reflective floor, but they feel too heavy. They feel like they’re pulling through the cold ground, and you’re still struggling to breathe, sinking lower, deeper. Panic fulles your struggling moves. Then suddenly, your eyes give in. There’s nothing, except for a sharp ringing, and then the same voice.

“And after that, Hell will welcome us with open arms,”

“and we’ll scorch them too.”

There we go!! It was so much fun picking this up again~ There’s going to be more to follow, but even I don’t know when. I’m not going to put a time or anything on this miniseries, because I want it to stay fun!! But I really hope you enjoyed it, and for people who read the original, what do you think of the changes in our reader?

Thank you so much for reading!! I love you~

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S.S. GUTS// Haunted by Chuck Palahniuk

Inhale.

Take in as much air as you can.

This story should last about as long as you can hold your breath, and then just a little bit longer. So listen as fast as you can.

A friend of mine, when he was thirteen years old he heard about "pegging." This is when a guy gets banged up the butt with a dildo. Stimulate the prostate gland hard enough, and the rumor is you can have explosive hands-free orgasms. At that age, this friend's a little sex maniac. He's always jonesing for a better way to get his rocks off. He goes out to buy a carrot and some petroleum jelly. To conduct a little private research. Then he pictures how it's going to look at the supermarket checkstand, the lonely carrot and petroleum jelly rolling down the conveyer belt toward the grocery store cashier. All the shoppers waiting in line, watching. Everyone seeing the big evening he has planned.

So, my friend, he buys milk and eggs and sugar and a carrot, all the ingredients for a carrot cake. And Vaseline.

Like he's going home to stick a carrot cake up his butt.

At home, he whittles the carrot into a blunt tool. He slathers it with grease and grinds his ass down on it. Then, nothing. No orgasm. Nothing happens except it hurts.

Then, this kid, his mom yells it's suppertime. She says to come down, right now.

He works the carrot out and stashes the slippery, filthy thing in the dirty clothes under his bed.

After dinner, he goes to find the carrot and it's gone. All his dirty clothes, while he ate dinner, his mom grabbed them all to do laundry. No way could she not find the carrot, carefully shaped with a paring knife from her kitchen, still shiny with lube and stinky.

This friend of mine, he waits months under a black cloud, waiting for his folks to confront him. And they never do. Ever. Even now he's grown up, that invisible carrot hangs over every Christmas dinner, every birthday party. Every Easter egg hunt with his kids, his parents' grandkids, that ghost carrot is hovering over all of them.

That something too awful to name.

People in France have a phrase: "Spirit of the Stairway." In French: Esprit de l'escalier. It means that moment when you find the answer, but it's too late. Say you're at a party and someone insults you. You have to say something. So under pressure, with everybody watching, you say something lame. But the moment you leave the party…

As you start down the stairway, then -- magic. You come up with the perfect thing you should've said. The perfect crippling put-down.

That's the Spirit of the Stairway.

The trouble is even the French don't have a phrase for the stupid things you actually do say under pressure. Those stupid, desperate things you actually think or do.

Some deeds are too low to even get a name. Too low to even get talked about.

Looking back, kid-psych experts, school counselors now say that most of the last peak in teen suicide was kids trying to choke while they beat off. Their folks would find them, a towel twisted around the kid's neck, the towel tied to the rod in their bedroom closet, the kid dead. Dead sperm everywhere. Of course the folks cleaned up. They put some pants on their kid. They made it look… better. Intentional at least. The regular kind of sad, teen suicide.

Another friend of mine, a kid from school, his older brother in the Navy said how guys in the Middle East jack off different than we do here. This brother was stationed in some camel country where the public market sells what could be fancy letter openers. Each fancy tool is just a thin rod of polished brass or silver, maybe as long as your hand, with a big tip at one end, either a big metal ball or the kind of fancy carved handle you'd see on a sword. This Navy brother says how Arab guys get their dick hard and then insert this metal rod inside the whole length of their boner. They jack off with the rod inside, and it makes getting off so much better. More intense.

It's this big brother who travels around the world, sending back French phrases. Russian phrases. Helpful jack-off tips.

After this, the little brother, one day he doesn't show up at school. That night, he calls to ask if I'll pick up his homework for the next couple weeks. Because he's in the hospital.

He's got to share a room with old people getting their guts worked on. He says how they all have to share the same television. All he's got for privacy is a curtain. His folks don't come and visit. On the phone, he says how right now his folks could just kill his big brother in the Navy.

On the phone, the kid says how -- the day before -- he was just a little stoned. At home in his bedroom, he was flopped on the bed. He was lighting a candle and flipping through some old porno magazines, getting ready to beat off. This is after he's heard from his Navy brother. That helpful hint about how Arabs beat off. The kid looks around for something that might do the job. A ball-point pen's too big. A pencil's too big and rough. But dripped down the side of the candle, there's a thin, smooth ridge of wax that just might work. With just the tip of one finger, this kid snaps the long ridge of wax off the candle. He rolls it smooth between the palms of his hands. Long and smooth and thin.

Stoned and horny, he slips it down inside, deeper and deeper into the piss slit of his boner. With a good hank of the wax still poking out the top, he gets to work.

Even now, he says those Arab guys are pretty damn smart. They've totally re-invented jacking off. Flat on his back in bed, things are getting so good, this kid can't keep track of the wax. He's one good squeeze from shooting his wad when the wax isn't sticking out anymore.

The thin wax rod, it's slipped inside. All the way inside. So deep inside he can't even feel the lump of it inside his piss tube.

From downstairs, his mom shouts it's suppertime. She says to come down, right now. This wax kid and the carrot kid are different people, but we all live pretty much the same life.

It's after dinner when the kid's guts start to hurt. It's wax so he figured it would just melt inside him and he'd pee it out. Now his back hurts. His kidneys. He can't stand straight.

This kid talking on the phone from his hospital bed, in the background you can hear bells ding, people screaming. Game shows.

The X-rays show the truth, something long and thin, bent double inside his bladder. This long, thin V inside him, it's collecting all the minerals in his piss. It's getting bigger and more rough, coated with crystals of calcium, it's bumping around, ripping up the soft lining of his bladder, blocking his piss from getting out. His kidneys are backed up. What little that leaks out his dick is red with blood.

This kid and his folks, his whole family, them looking at the black X-ray with the doctor and the nurses standing there, the big V of wax glowing white for everybody to see, he has to tell the truth. The way Arabs get off. What his big brother wrote him from the Navy.

On the phone, right now, he starts to cry.

They paid for the bladder operation with his college fund. One stupid mistake, and now he'll never be a lawyer.

Sticking stuff inside yourself. Sticking yourself inside stuff. A candle in your dick or your head in a noose, we knew it was going to be big trouble.

What got me in trouble, I called it Pearl Diving. This meant whacking off underwater, sitting on the bottom at the deep end of my parents' swimming pool. With one deep breath, I'd kick my way to the bottom and slip off my swim trucks. I'd sit down there for two, three, four minutes.

Just from jacking off, I had huge lung capacity. If I had the house to myself, I'd do this all afternoon. After I'd finally pump out my stuff, my sperm, it would hang there in big, fat, milky gobs.

After that was more diving, to catch it all. To collect it and wipe each handful in a towel. That's why it was called Pearl Diving. Even with chlorine, there was my sister to worry about. Or, Christ almighty, my Mom.

That used to be my worst fear in the world: my teenage virgin sister, thinking she's just getting fat, then giving birth to a two-headed retard baby. Both heads looking just like me. Me, the father AND the uncle.

In the end, it's never what you worry about that gets you.

The best part of Pearl Diving was the inlet port for the swimming pool filter and the circulation pump. The best part was getting naked and sitting on it.

As the French would say: Who doesn't like getting their butt sucked?

Still, one minute you're just a kid getting off, and the next minute you'll never be a lawyer.

One minute, I'm settling on the pool bottom, and the sky is wavy, light blue through eight feet of water above my head. The world is silent except for the heartbeat in my ears. My yellow-striped swim trunks are looped around my neck for safe keeping, just in case a friend, a neighbor, anybody shows up to ask why I skipped football practice. The steady suck of the pool inlet hole is lapping at me and I'm grinding my skinny white ass around on that feeling.

One minute, I've got enough air, and my dick's in my hand. My folks are gone at their work and my sister's got ballet. Nobody's supposed to be home for hours.

My hand brings me right to getting off, and I stop. I swim up to catch another big breath. I dive down and settle on the bottom.

I do this again and again.

This must be why girls want to sit on your face. The suction is like taking a dump that never ends. My dick hard and getting my butt eaten out, I do not need air. My heartbeat in my ears, I stay under until bright stars of light start worming around in my eyes. My legs straight out, the back of each knee rubbed raw against the concrete bottom. My toes are turning blue, my toes and fingers wrinkled from being so long in the water.

And then I let it happen. The big white gobs start spouting. The pearls.

It's then I need some air. But when I go to kick off against the bottom, I can't. I can't get my feet under me. My ass is stuck.

Emergency paramedics will tell you that every year about 150 people get stuck this way, sucked by a circulation pump. Get your long hair caught, or your ass, and you're going to drown. Every year, tons of people do. Most of them in Florida.

People just don't talk about it. Not even French people talk about EVERYTHING.

Getting one knee up, getting one foot tucked under me, I get to half standing when I feel the tug against my butt. Getting my other foot under me, I kick off against the bottom. I'm kicking free, not touching the concrete, but not getting to the air, either.

Still kicking water, thrashing with both arms, I'm maybe halfway to the surface but not going higher. The heartbeat inside my head getting loud and fast.

The bright sparks of light crossing and criss-crossing my eyes, I turn and look back… but it doesn't make sense. This thick rope, some kind of snake, blue-white and braided with veins has come up out of the pool drain and it's holding onto my butt. Some of the veins are leaking blood, red blood that looks black underwater and drifts away from little rips in the pale skin of the snake. The blood trails away, disappearing in the water, and inside the snake's thin, blue-white skin you can see lumps of some half-digested meal.

That's the only way this makes sense. Some horrible sea monster, a sea serpent, something that's never seen the light of day, it's been hiding in the dark bottom of the pool drain, waiting to eat me.

So… I kick at it, at the slippery, rubbery knotted skin and veins of it, and more of it seems to pull out of the pool drain. It's maybe as long as my leg now, but still holding tight around my butthole. With another kick, I'm an inch closer to getting another breath. Still feeling the snake tug at my ass, I'm an inch closer to my escape.

Knotted inside the snake, you can see corn and peanuts. You can see a long bright-orange ball. It's the kind of horse-pill vitamin my Dad makes me take, to help put on weight. To get a football scholarship. With extra iron and omega-three fatty acids.

It's seeing that vitamin pill that saves my life.

It's not a snake. It's my large intestine, my colon pulled out of me. What doctors call, prolapsed. It's my guts sucked into the drain.

Paramedics will tell you a swimming pool pump pulls 80 gallons of water every minute. That's about 400 pounds of pressure. The big problem is we're all connected together inside. Your ass is just the far end of your mouth. If I let go, the pump keeps working - unraveling my insides -- until it's got my tongue. Imagine taking a 400-pound shit, and you can see how this might turn you inside out.

What I can tell you is your guts don't feel much pain. Not the way your skin feels pain. The stuff you're digesting, doctor's call it fecal matter. Higher up is chyme, pockets of a thin runny mess studded with corn and peanuts and round green peas.

That's all this soup of blood and corn, shit and sperm and peanuts floating around me. Even with my guts unraveling out my ass, me holding onto what's left, even then my first want is to somehow get my swimsuit back on.

God forbid my folks see my dick.

My one hand holding a fist around my ass, my other hand snags my yellow-striped swim trunks and pulls them from around my neck. Still, getting into them is impossible.

You want to feel your intestines, go buy a pack of those lamb-skin condoms. Take one out and unroll it. Pack it with peanut butter. Smear it with petroleum jelly and hold it under water. Then, try to tear it. Try to pull it in half. It's too tough and rubbery. It's so slimy you can't hold on.

A lamb-skin condom, that's just plain old intestine.

You can see what I'm up against.

You let go for a second, and you're gutted.

You swim for the surface, for a breath, and you're gutted.

You don't swim, and you drown.

It's a choice between being dead right now or a minute from right now.

What my folks will find after work is a big naked fetus, curled in on itself. Floating in the cloudy water of their backyard pool. Tethered to the bottom by a thick rope of veins and twisted guts. The opposite of a kid hanging himself to death while he jacks off. This is the baby they brought home from the hospital thirteen years ago. Here's the kid they hoped would snag a football scholarship and get an MBA. Who'd care for them in their old age. Here's all their hopes and dreams. Floating here, naked and dead. All around him, big milky pearls of wasted sperm.

Either that or my folks will find me wrapped in a bloody towel, collapsed halfway from the pool to the kitchen telephone, the ragged, torn scrap of my guts still hanging out the leg of my yellow-striped swim trunks.

What even the French won't talk about.

That big brother in the Navy, he taught us one other good phrase. A Russian phrase. The way we say: "I need that like I need a hole in my head…" Russian people say: "I need that like I need teeth in my asshole…"

Mne eto nado kak zuby v zadnitse

Those stories about how animals caught in a trap will chew off their leg, well, any coyote would tell you a couple bites beats the hell out of being dead.

Hell… even if you're Russian, some day you just might want those teeth.

Otherwise, what you have to do is -- you have to twist around. You hook one elbow behind your knee and pull that leg up into your face. You bite and snap at your own ass. You run out of air, and you will chew through anything to get that next breath.

It's not something you want to tell a girl on the first date. Not if you expect a kiss good night.

If I told you how it tasted, you would never, ever again eat calamari.

It's hard to say what my parents were more disgusted by: how I'd got in trouble or how I'd saved myself. After the hospital, my Mom said, "You didn't know what you were doing, honey. You were in shock." And she learned how to cook poached eggs.

All those people grossed out or feeling sorry for me…

I need that like I need teeth in my asshole.

Nowadays, people always tell me I look too skinny. People at dinner parties get all quiet and pissed off when I don't eat the pot roast they cooked. Pot roast kills me. Baked ham. Anything that hangs around inside my guts for longer than a couple hours, it comes out still food. Home-cooked lima beans or chunk light tuna fish, I'll stand up and find it still sitting there in the toilet.

After you have a radical bowel resectioning, you don't digest meat so great. Most people, you have five feet of large intestine. I'm lucky to have my six inches. So I never got a football scholarship. Never got an MBA. Both my friends, the wax kid and the carrot kid, they grew up, got big, but I've never weighed a pound more than I did that day when I was thirteen.

Another big problem was my folks paid a lot of good money for that swimming pool. In the end my Dad just told the pool guy it was a dog. The family dog fell in and drowned. The dead body got pulled into the pump. Even when the pool guy cracked open the filter casing and fished out a rubbery tube, a watery hank of intestine with a big orange vitamin pill still inside, even then, my Dad just said, "That dog was fucking nuts."

Even from my upstairs bedroom window, you could hear my Dad say, "We couldn't trust that dog alone for a second…"

Then my sister missed her period.

Even after they changed the pool water, after they sold the house and we moved to another state, after my sister's abortion, even then my folks never mentioned it again.

Ever.

That is our invisible carrot.

You. Now you can take a good, deep breath.

I still have not.

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