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The Short (and sweet<3) End of Mirko

(Briefly before you read, the characters here aren't cannon, nor are they oc's, I had an idea for a short story and didn't have the patience nor creativity to create full characters, especially not for one to just die. How boring would that be? heheh~) Pain was something any man or woman would expect to feel after waking up from a night at a club, or a bar. That special headache that feels like the lobotomist decided that anesthetics were overrated, while that silly ice pick sat "comfortably" behind your eye socket. Though this pain was something else. Mirko felt in in her head, but much more so she felt it in her torso, her arms, her waist, and her... 'Where the fuck are my legs..?' she tried to speak as panic set in. As she tried to cry out these words another thought entered her head. 'Why won't my mouth open?..' As she started to finally regain her consciousness she became much, much more aware of her surroundings. The fleshy and wet environment, the loud thumping sound above her head, the sickening groans below her head, and of course, the pain. The boiling hot feeling of whatever liquid was coating her entire body- what was left of it, of course. In this unrecognizable slop, cruelly enough, Mirko held consciousness. Panic, fear, despair, as all these things flooded her brain she tried to move. Her arm twitched a little, something cracked, and she'd gotten the attention of someone. "Still alive in there? Pretty impressive for someone as small as you." A muffled voice echoed out through the tight fleshy prison she was in. A voice she recognized. Mirko never really was the type to go out to parties or events, though with her first semester of college over, she finally gave in to the teasing of her friends and 'let loose' a little. She went to her very first party. Had her first drink, even. Despite her typically quiet and reserved attitude, she really let herself show off when liquid courage entered the picture, and she caught the attention of someone she'd soon wish she hadn't. Standing tall was Colette. She came by and introduced herself, she seemed sweet. And to add to it she was beautiful- even though Mirko was seeing in doubles. Colette offered her a shot, one she'd been holding onto for a suspiciously long time, though Mirko was too drunk to give a shit. The rest of the night was a blur. It didn't matter. None of it did. What mattered was what was going on right here, right now. As those memories came back to Mirko she quickly realized that she'd (obviously) been drugged. Dragged off to Colette's place, and now.. The tv was on. It was just barely audible through the thick stomach walls. Colette had fancied the news. Breaking news, it seemed. Something about a very worried Mother and Father wondering why their precious baby wasn't answering their calls. With a little laughter, Colette spoke softly, uncaring and distant as if this was a completely normal event. "Seems they really cared about you huh? I'm almost jealous." And with that came silence. Mostly. Mirko, still scrunched up inside what she now realized was Colette's boiling stomach, was left to the dreadful heartbeat and sickening groans of that evil, vile gut. One bad decision had lead her to.. this. And now she was in a world of pain, slowly breaking down into calories for some sick bitch she'd met at a party. She wanted to feel angry, she wanted to scream out, but she couldn't. All she could do was think of her parents worried voiced on the television as a tear slowly slid down her cheek, and consciousness once again slowly left her body.

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