The moonlight falls in strips across the gaping toilet. I stare down at the tooth shapes on the porcelain rim, at the dark hole in the basin. My bladder is bursting.
I turn and sit, exposed and exhausted. The lid hits my back. I reach behind and push it away. I sigh as half a litre of white wine exits my body.
The lid hits me again, hard. It presses down, folding me. My thighs are pierced, and again. Something wet caresses from below, catches my liquids. It masticates. I scream, then gurgle, as I descend into the dark whirlpool.
I turn and sit, exposed and exhausted. The lid hits my back. I reach behind and push it away. I sigh as half a litre of white wine exits my body.
The lid hits me again, hard. It presses down, folding me. My thighs are pierced, and again. Something wet caresses from below, catches my liquids. It masticates. I scream, then gurgle, as I descend into the dark whirlpool.
