Part 13: She died inside upon a cross
(Dani is breaking! Feeling distraught and utterly used. She no longer recognises the strange monster that her boyfriend perhaps always was. All she can do now is look up at the sky and rally the last of her strength, as one final game approaches for her.)
Dani retched as yet another spoon full of stinking filth came at her. Tom, for his part was holding her head by the hair, keeping her still and facing him whilst he gave her the nasty din dins. She would spin her head trying to evade it, but whenever she resisted, he would employ an old plastic funnel to pour down her what she wasn’t swallowing, so going along with the spoon was actually the better option.
Her wrists and hands twisted either side of her. She was still lashed tightly to the damp cruxifix they had found in the middle of the island. She shuffled her feet desperately, attempting anything to distract herself from the awful tastes and textures being shovelled into her mouth. Eating her own pissy poo was every bit as bad as one might imagine, but being spoon fed it was even worse! He simply laughed along, content that he was leaving his girlfriend with permanent sexual scars that she would really never recover from.
She shivered and gurgled every time she swallowed, and begged for even the shortest of rests before yet another spoon full, but no, they came thick and fast, sticky and wet. Her stomach rumbled loudly, disagreeing with what was being put into it. She sighed with distress as the final lump was slid down her throat.
Had she really just eaten all of it? A large burp seemed to confirm it. He smacked her hard on the stomach, after which, a plume of injested poo rose up again out of her mouth, cascading down her chin, and dribbling onto her bare chest. “Messy! Very messy! You keep it all down or I’ll be spoon feeding it back to you again” he said, using his spoon to re-feed her.
She stared at him horrified as he did this, not recognising this version of her boyfriend at all. “What? What is wrong with you Tom? This is awful!” She screeched as her stomach churned. He smiled, “this is what happens when you let your boy run wild.” He said, giggling as she writhed and squeaked.
With that, quite unexpectedly, he left her, alone and bloated on her cross, barely coping with what she had agreed to. “I’ll be back in a minute” he said, “I may have a new idea for some final fun.” Dani gazed at the sky, another tear trickling down her cheek. She had been tied, fed, stuffed, brought to insane orgasm, made to crawl, re-tied, fed again, and now he was telling her that there would be more? When exactly would the humiliation end?
She shut her eyes and tried to imagine her boyfriend the way she had loved him before, but there was little there anymore. Now there was only the monster before her now. Her entire body jolted on the cross as she heard his voice from across the clearly. “Ah! Of course!” He shouted, clearly masterminding some new sick performance for her. “Oh fuck!” She yelped. What on earth was it now?
She would not need to wait long to find out, as an ominous raincloud gathered above them, with a frightening thunderclap representing the brewing storm of emotions spinning inside Dani. She shut her eyes and prayed that this would all be over soon, transporting herself into a dream world as she duly fell asleep from sheer exhaustion, unsure just what she might wake up to.