i am her toilet

Author: prretyfoot
Word count: 10197
University life is boring. I have nothing to do all day and I like chatting online. talk online
The sky talks about the earth, and the ancients talk about the present, which has become the stage for me to display. In this way, I made a lot of friends. when
Of course, there are many girls among them. And she is one of them. I was very, very impressed with her. I have one
A qq group is about the stuff of sex. And she is one of the members of the group. She is one of the few
A girl, and the only one in the same city as me. This made me very curious about her, so I took the initiative to add
She is a friend. As expected, she declined.

I went to her space. Her space was empty, with nothing but journals, nor
I didn’t dress up my space like other girls. I read all her journals and found that she really
It’s so non-mainstream… The articles are all about life, marriage, etc., the writing is sophisticate and sharp,
It really took my breath away. It really doesn’t look like something written by a girl! I thought in my heart, just give me a message on the message board.
She left a message: Life is like a dream, and it is not just life that is like a dream. I hope you can live the truth.

From now on, every few days, I will leave a message in her space and talk about my views on her articles. And she has been
Did not reply to me, as if never aware of my existence. Gradually, the number of times I went to her space became more and more
Less, and slowly forget her. This morning after 7 o’clock, I woke up and just went online when I heard “cough cough”
sound. Someone added me as a friend, and I didn’t care, so I just agreed. Then, a dialog box will pop up:
“Why haven’t you messaged me lately?”

So it was her! ! Hehe, I was overjoyed, and replied: “The falling flowers are intentional, but the flowing water is ruthless! Only Tim
Sad…” After hearing this, she turned back a smiling face and said, “It’s not that the flowing water is ruthless, but that the falling flowers are dishonest.”,
Haha, I didn’t expect her to be quite humorous. In this way, as soon as she came and went, I became acquainted with her. I’m with her
After chatting all morning, I stretched my waist and said, “Are you not eating?” She said, “Not hungry, how about you?”,
“I’m hungry, I want to eat.” I typed quickly. “No, just chat with me again.”

She replied coquettishly. “But I’m really hungry.” “Then…you can eat shit!” Then she
Send this sentence. I heard it, and immediately replied: “You pull me and eat.” It was originally a joke, who would have thought
When she arrived, she said, “Really?” I was taken aback for a moment, and said, “You want to…pull it?” She sent a smiling face,
Said: “Want to see my shit?” I was a little sick at once, but my curiosity made me want to know what she wanted to do, and I replied
Said: “Okay!”

Then, she actually sent a picture of shit! ! She also emphasized: “This is what I did yesterday morning.
pulled. “I retched for a while, and replied: “You take pictures after shitting?”She sent a smiley face,
Asked: “Does my shit look good?” I felt nauseous for a while, and said: “Stop talking, I’m going to eat.” To be honest,
I didn’t eat that meal at all, and the pile of shit kept flashing in front of my eyes. I was so disgusted at the time! !

When I came back after dinner, I found that she had left me a lot of words. “I love watching you eat my shit”,
“I’d be so happy if you’d eat my shit” or something like that. I asked her: “You are really a BT!”,
She replied: “In fact, everyone has some BT elements in their hearts, but I am more obvious.” I don’t think so.
Can’t help being a little surprised. I said, “Did you encounter something unpleasant?” QQ was silent for a while. May
After a long time, she replied: “Do you want to hear it?” “Well, tell me!”

“Actually, I used to be a normal girl. But when I was fifteen years old, I mistook a handful of salt for
I ate it into candy and damaged my throat as a result. Although after treatment I was able to speak, I could not
A complete sentence, the pronunciation is also vague. Since then, my good friends have gradually alienated me, the class
The activities of the company no longer ask me to participate. What’s even more annoying is that every time I answer questions in class, I always hear a full class
laughter. “I couldn’t help feeling sorry for her when I heard that, I didn’t expect such a sad story behind her. I
He asked sadly, “Then what?”