F U T U R E B A R R I E R
( The 3rd Novel )
Secret Technology, Unrequited Love, Absolute Vengeance
© December 2017 Written by David Wicker
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CHAPTER 32 - "Down The Drain"
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This chapter is Rated: TEEN
With that in mind Stefani smiled sweetly down to him.
Daniel's own face contorted in mistrust at this sudden friendly change in her demeanor and he looked away to stare ahead blankly at the aluminum ladder, the only thing holding him from falling.
She bit her bottom lip hungrily, eager to make these terrible words of hers his final epitaph, and she was forming a new wicked plan in her head.
She watched him for another moment and heard him whimper pitifully, finally shedding a few tears.
It was obvious to her now that he had an especially fragile ego, this proven by the fact he was so easily baited to quietly gaze up the middle of her butt, for minutes no less, whereas most other people she did that to would have cursed her defiantly and tell her to go to hell or go f**k herself.
And yet he didn't, he could only stare - helplessly, and sob in confusion ... It was a real pleasure for her to find someone with self-esteem as apparently low as his own and naivety to match. She was eager and almost hungry to destroy him from the inside out now that she knew more about his weaknesses.
The least of which she knew for certain was that he he was scared of women and she would play this to her advantage.
Seeing he wouldn't look up on his own accord she coughed politely to get his attention again.
He looked up at her, exasperated, and his agitated eyes met her own again, and this time he found himself strangely unable to pull away from her unusually intense gaze.
She then leaned her head down even further between her crossed legs without batting a single eye to meet him with an unwavering and contemptuous, penetrating stare.
After a long tense minute with him still looking up and trapped in her glaring vision, he swallowed hard in fear and finally found the courage to speak, though his voice was strained and timid.
"You want me to ... ?" and found he couldn't even repeat what she said as it was so terrible a thing in his mind.
Stefani replied to this by nodding her head gently up and down, all the while maintaining her intense stare never breaking eye contact with him, and if anything, she increased her look until her eyes fairly glittered with ferocious intensity.
He shuddered at that strange feeling of warmth and nausea again and this time he felt it in the pit of his stomach and wished he could have the strength to look up defiantly at her and let her know that was positively the LAST thing on his mind.
When suddenly the clear plexiglass started to fog up from the steam, and in seconds turned opaque shrouding her haunting visage in the noxious fog.
And although he couldn't see her, he knew deep down that she had gotten to him, utterly and completely, in her final and terrible statement.
Moment later he heard her giggling above him, unseen, as if she was being gently tickled with a feather by someone but this quickly changed to loud and cruel laughter, which brought more tears of despair to him.
He trembled and focused his mind hard, trying to free it of her words, struggling to think of anything - anything at all except what she clearly expected from him now.
And - he just couldn't ! And as he continued to obsess over her despicable words, he imagined seeing her nakedness again and felt an odd sensation in the back of his throat as if he were already choking and didn't have a choice in the matter.
But - this went completely against what he was thinking ! He hated her, and everything about her !
So in remorse and regret for having ever crossed the wretched woman, he cried out in weak rage, and immediately regretted sucking in a breath afterwards for having done so, the air was so thick and fetid now and it burned nasty in his chest.
He looked away from the clouded top and blinking the burning tears from his eyes he gazed below at the churning mass underneath. As the muck was in a tight cyclone around the vat, he could faintly see a large gray rubbery aperture in the center where new water was being churned, allowing the massive load of excrement and waste to go through it.
Just then the thick pudding covered over his toes completely, enveloping them in their putrid warmth, but this time, he didn't fight it. His resolve was nearly spent.
The 'tide' continued to increase, the machine determined to relentlessly suck all the contents down through the orifice below, as it was directed, and he looked heavenward for just a moment. Perhaps for a prayer ?
Was there a merciful God in heaven ? At this point at least for him, it certainly didn't seem very likely.
Then, suddenly, he just let go of the ladder. He just - let go - to fall backwards into the terrible swirl. A moment later his brain flared to life asking him WHY on Earth he would do this ?
But maybe he had given up all hope of escape and moaning in anguish and lowering his head in abject disgrace, he shuddered and quietly accepted what Stefani wanted from him. He just - didn't know any more.
He couldn't stop crying at how wretched he felt and losing his life at this point might be a blessing compared to what awaited him below at the bottom of all these wretched sewage pipes, if he did actually arrive intact that is.
Suddenly the wet turbulence slapped hard at his waist causing him to wince in pain and a moment later ripped off the one piece of clothing Stefani had left him in. His underwear, and it tore off of him from the edging seam leaving him naked. A perfectly prepared sacrifice for this horrible machine now, he told himself miserably.
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And then he started swirling with the pudding towards the center of the vortex, working it's way down to the bottom as the whirlpool made nasty and disgusting gurgling and sucking sounds from the thick muck, a bit of it oozing along the sides of the top covering.
Stefani who was still keeping vigil on the proceedings to see if the top would clear so she could gloat or tease him some more suddenly squeaked in fear as bits of the gunk flung upward so she leapt away so as not to get any of the filth on her expensive and designer shoes.
Wafts of putrid steam poured from the top of the acrylic vent showing just how warm it was in there as well with the hot water continuously jetting cyclically around it.
Oddly from the way he fell and perhaps because he was the only real solid object in the vat, he was pushed to the center where there was more clean water than sewage and little to no turbulence, and there was breathable air there; horrid though it was.
Despite this he continued asking himself over and over again, what did you just do ??
He would survive this - somehow - he hoped as he floated above the muck for a moment and then suddenly plummeted down, his ears popping from the rapid descent, in a final spiral to the only exit available to him now. Right where Stefani told him he would be going.
"Revenge." he promised himself, as both he and the muck were noisily slurped and flushed to the bottom of the vat.
As he neared the gaping drain however, he saw a metallic door outline at the bottom on the side on the cylinder with a universal EXIT symbol above it, so with a rush of hope he managed to upright himself into a standing position on the slick surface and turned to face this emergency door.
But an unexpected and nasty gush of fecal pudding erupted from inside the orifice smearing the footing around him causing him to lose his balance in it's greasy residue.
And he fell over on his knees, suddenly staring frightened and wide-eyed down into the edge of the gaping maw of the drain, at least 6-feet across, where everything was being flushed, well - to oblivion, he told himself fearfully.
He had to get away now while there was still a chance !
He was going to rise back up immediately and head for the marked exit but found he couldn't move from there, curiously mesmerized by the grotesque swirling of the thick filth through the drain.
Forgetting the immediate danger, he steadied himself and gripping the rubber edges of the opening watched horrified, seeing the terrible brown-green spiral swirl around it's edges as the churned waste was slowly oozed and sucked noisily down it from the sides. And he licked his lips queasily as his mind unbidden fell on Stefani's two awful words again.
Watching the drain and the movements in it was like the scariest horror film he had ever seen, and he just - couldn't stop looking at it. It was like that bad auto accident on the road that everyone slows down to see.
A full minute passed with him still staring into the center of it when a wall of pudding that had been building up from behind him suddenly oozed forward against his bare heels and back, blocking whatever escape he had planned earlier.
"No." he said quietly in panic. He thought for a brief moment about struggling against it, but hated himself for not having taken the exit when he had the chance, so he just lowered his head and sobbed softly, resigning himself to his fate and closed his eyes awaiting the horrid inevitable.
A minute later, a new hydraulic motor started up from somewhere above, bringing him back to his senses. He realized nothing had changed except the blockage behind him had worked it's way around him so he was still safe - for the moment.
He thought he should try and make for the emergency exit again and this time he would make it !
For he was angry now. He imagined escaping and taking this wretched woman totally by surprise and force her into this gruesome and loathsome tank ! She could be sacrificed in his place ! That would be a fitting end for such a wicked person as herself, especially with what she did and said to him !
He smiled, pleased at this thought and with renewed energy and started to stand back up.
But just then it felt like he was being smothered in rancid pudding from above as great horrid glops of it fell and splatted on him causing him to freeze in both shock and revulsion.
And he fell back into a sitting position with his knees apart, his hands in his lap and stared numbly ahead, his brain in a complete turmoil trying to decide what to do next.
And because he just sat there without moving one way or the other, the gelatinous mass of fecal pudding continued to fall directly and only onto him, creeping quickly over his head and shoulders in a sickly warm embrace and piled up in a wet mess in his lap.
In his ineptitude to do anything at all, it relentlessly and eventually covered him over completely, like an oily slick cocoon of unimaginable stickiness.
Finally his brain flared to life screaming an alarm of escape so he struggled to find footing to get away, but he had waited too long. He was neatly caught and glued in the thick and sticky mess and attempting to stand caused him to fall down hard on his chest against the edge of the drain unable to move in any direction at all now.
More dripped on his head from above, even nastier than before, and that was all that was needed because a moment later was horrified to see that he was sliding inexorably towards the terrible drain !
And despite his most violent struggling, like a living nightmare he was slowly admitted and oozed headfirst straight through the vicious opening, his eyes wide open in fear all the while.
END OF CHAPTER 32
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