Later, after she's done...
From Create Your Own Story
Three hours pass. The cop puked two more times, the room reeks with bile but it smells like victory to you. She's coated from head to toe in vomit and loose semen, her hair a mat of bodily juices. Her eyes are dead, no longer capable of tears, she just stares at you, exhausted. She can barely form words anymore, her jaw so tired from stretching, her tongue so tired from teasing. Besides there's so much leftover puke and goop still in her mouth it makes the word 'help' sound like 'helb'. You think it's hilarious.
You look with mock pity, sitting safely away from the ever widening lake of vile mess that is now creeping towards your chair.
"Bet you'd like a good cleaning now, wouldn't you? You certainly earned it."
She nods, not even really sure what your saying, just desperately wanting to be rid of the sick on her body.
