Gravity takes you, and you fall for a moment, a sickening plunge to the depths of the bowl, where the yellowed and bubbly water welcomes you into its fetid embrace.
You gag and choke on the foul liquid, even as you swim and tread water desperately to keep afloat. All of Grace's piss and shit is on you now, in your hair, up your nose, on your clothes. You are absolutely drenched with human waste, the taste of it bitter and utterly disgusting on your tongue, the smell burning in your nostrils. All of this just from a single drop from such a height - and now you are immersed in a pool of it!
You try to spit out the filth, but doing so only forces more in. You must drink the foul stuff, as every moment you spend in this nightmare water forces it into your nose and mouth. The vile, hot soup of filth that Grace expelled from her body surrounds you, warming and salting your every pore. To think, you are swimming in her bodily excretions, immersed in her wastes, choking and gagging on water that tastes so vile, bitter and yet with a hint of something almost sweet - sickly, like a child's cough medicine.
Still splashing around, you look up, and spot the wad of toilet paper that Grace used to wipe herself. She had already let go of it, and it plummets toward your tiny, drowning form. A brown and soggy blob lands directly on your head, bearing you down and submerging you completely, a firm seal of paper surrounding you and cutting off all light from the outside world. Her piss surrounds and engulfs you, you swallowing mouthfuls of the reeking slop as you sink to the bottom of the toilet wrapped in toilet paper that Grace had used to clean her dirty asshole.
Then, all hell breaks loose. A roar of rushing water floods your ears, the level of the water lowering at breakneck pace and dragging you along with it. You tumble, trapped in the paper, like a loose coin in a washing machine. For an indeterminable period of time, you spin and fall, a cry caught in your throat.
Your paper prison is torn apart, and you tumble and fall into a whirlpool of filth. It drags you down, spinning and twisting you around until you no longer know which way is up, which down. You cry for help, scream and yell for mercy, but it's no use. The water washes the cries from your mouth, drowning you in its putrid currents as you are flushed away.
Grace realizes what happened not long after, but by then, whatever was left of you was buried in the foulness of the house's septic tank.
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