MeltingA Story by Once upon a timeA morbid dream I had last night.
She's lying naked on the white linoleum floor; face distorted in pain.
He poisoned her. She's dying. She clutches at her stomach repeatedly as if trying to pull out the pain. Her pale skin begins to bubble. Her fists clenched tight, the skin starts to break open at the creases. The muscles show through as she moves her arms around in agony. Slimy, her face begins to sag around her bones. Her mouth falls back, revealing teeth and gums and her ears are laying on the floor. Her breasts slide off of her body and make a smacking sound as they hit the ground. Slowly her body becomes a bubbling pit of gore and she is dead. I can't hear her crying anymore. An eye. Two eyes. A shape. She is re-forming. Becoming something putrid and horrifying. Her bones grow back into a mutated human shape. The muscle crawls it's way back into place. Her mouth is gasping for air and he eyes are wide open in shock. Fingers begin to wiggle in place and her skin roughly takes hold. It sags loose against the new shape. In the blink of an eye there is a man. A melted man, just like her. She was made for him. She is his now. He owns her. Their legs don't work. They lay on the floor, sliding around like zombies. He rapes her over and over as she just lays still, weeping. Babies ooze out of her malformed body and slither around her. There are so many of them. So many melting children. They cry. She screams, but the sound of her pain is muffled by her melted lips. She wonders how to stop this. How it all ends. No one answers. © 2011 Once upon a timeAuthor's Note
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