"You fuckin' bitch!". "WHAT did you call me?", it comes from the other side of the door. "I said: fucking bi- >PFFFFFT!<", and you're hit by another wave, only this time it's a continous stream of diarrhea you blast in the bowl - over the time of half a minute!
"Aargh!" you make, but then you realize it's gone as suddenly as it started. "Oh, did you eat something wrong, Michelle?" she asks. You know that if you give her the wrong answer and rebel against her again, she might do something nasty to you. But you also know that now, she'll do with you as she pleases...
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