Great. This is just great. A few hours ago you were a free man, now you’re tied up in Jackie’s apartment. Not too long from now and you’re not going to be anything more than a big, wet, sloppy shit. Maybe you should have kept your mouth shut and just let her unbirth you. At least then you’d still have some chance at life, even if it’s with her as your mother.
No, you couldn’t let yourself suffer that humiliation. At least this way it’s all over, you can just die and be done with it. Not that there’s any dignity in dying in Jackie’s stomach…
It’s not long at all before she comes clomping back up in to the room.
“I got some things while I was out so we’re going to be all ready.” She says, taunting you with her enthusiasm. She places a plastic shopping bag down on the floor. “I got my tea.” She says taking a box of tea out of the bag. “It’s always easier to take big shits in the morning when I’ve had a cup of tea the night before.” She explains. You’re almost ready to start crying, but manage to keep yourself together.
“Oh, I got this!” she says, pulling out a fresh roll of toilet paper. She takes the roll and waves it around in your face a little bit continuing the taunt. “I think I’m going to be needing a lot of this. Boys always give me the messiest shits.” You nearly vomit at the thought of her wiping her fat ass, but soon, you’re not just going to be part of that ass, you’re going to be that messy shit she’s talking about.
“You’re going to like these!” She says, pulling the last item out of the bag. “I got these for you,” she says, opening a box of what looks like greeting cards. She pulls one out and shows it to you. “See, they’re like Christmas cards where you put a picture in. This way I can send pictures to all of your friends and family.” She beams back at you with a smile as you read the brightly colored card. “Guess who’s shit?!” the front reads.
“I’m going to put a picture of us together on the front, and then you open it and it’s going to be a picture of you tomorrow morning! This way everyone gets to see how you turn out.” You can’t look at the cards. You close your eyes and begin to squirm, knowing your impending future. “I figured you’d like them after all since you said you wanted to be my turd.”
She’s going to keep taunting you with that until you die.
“Alright, well, I’m hungry, so let’s get this over with.” She says as she starts to undress you. This is it, your life is about to end at the hands of an obnoxious sow. As she strips you down and you lie before her, vulnerable and naked, you have only one decision left to make.