The sight of other people eating each other at one point or another turned you so on that you could barely satisfy yourself through masturbation. The very thought of people sliding down your throat pleased you to no end...that was your drug, your heroin.
And yet, things changed so suddenly.
It all started when your best friend got unbirthed. Not by you, but by a buxom teacher. At first you furiously attempted to get your rocks off, but then you stopped.
When she came back out, she wouldn't be the same person you were friends with. She'd be...different. Changed. Like a part of her somehow died and was replaced with an artificial memory.
That's when it hit you; the pure, raw force of what exactly you were beating off to.
You were masturbating to your own friend's "death," and possibly those of others as well.
You stepped back and faced the monster you had let yourself become.
What have I done? You asked yourself.
That was when you realized some of the people in this school didn't always come back. They didn't always reform in the nurse's office like they should have all because someone forgot to drink their reform potion. They became sperm. They regressed to mere fetuses, perhaps even beyond that. They became breast milk.
By God, you swore that you would get out of this place. By hook or by crook, you would escape this miserable lifestyle and become a functioning member of society.
You must escape this crazy, psychotic school, one way or the other.
Copyright 2000 - 2024 21 x 20 Media All rights reserved. This site is property of 21 x 20 Media
All Writing.Com images are copyrighted and may not be copied / modified in any way. All other brand names & trademarks are owned by their respective companies.
Generated in 0.12 seconds at 3:47pm on Dec 12, 2024 via server WEBX2.