Akemi's Dark Fantasies

The putrid taste of her fast food-laden excrement was like a vile dance upon my taste buds. The greasy, rancid flavors melded together with the bitterness of the coffee, forming an unholy cocktail that swirled in my mouth and clung to my teeth. The thick, mushy texture caused me to gag, but I knew better than to refuse her. Like a dutiful servant, I swallowed each revolting morsel, attempting to keep the bile down as it threatened to rise in protest.

Through it all, Akemi giggled and belittled me, her cruel words only exacerbating my torment. "How pathetic you are, chowing down on my shit like it's a five-star meal," she spat at me, her voice dripping with contempt. "How does it taste, toilet boy? I bet it's the best thing you've ever had, isn't it?"