The Good God

A Little Slice of Devyn - Part 3

The girl's fingers sank into the crust as she lifted it off the plate, and Devyn sky-rocketed up the length of her red spaghetti-strap tank top, past her neck, her chin, and finally to her plain, round face, curtained by long, mousy brown hair with honey colored highlights, parted to the side, singed straight. She had pretty blue eyes, coated unevenly with a thick layer of black eyeliner.

Devyn screamed at the top of her lungs, hoping that maybe she was close enough for the girl to hear her. Her voice caught in her throat and she gaped, transfixed, stuck in the cheese and unable to turn away as the plump, glossy lips slowly parted before her.

Thick strands of saliva stretched between two rows of teeth, lined with purple braces, thick as railroad tracks, chunks of cheese and sauce stuck between them. Her hot, cheesy breath wafted over Devyn and she gagged at the putrid smell. The tip of the pizza slid forward into the gaping maw and the top row of teeth bit down through the cheese and began grinding side to side, the sauce splashing up against them like waves of blood against a white cliffside, and Devyn suddenly heard her mothers' cold, monotonous voice, floating around in the back of her mind, reciting the Book of Revelation:

And the third angel poured out his vial

upon the rivers and fountains of waters,

and they became blood.

The top lip slapped down with a smack! and the pizza slid backwards, away from the lips, stretching thick strands of cheese between them until they snapped apart, slapping against her chin.

And I heard the angel of the waters say,

Thou art righteous, O Lord, which art, and wast, and shalt be,

because thou hast judged thus.

Her tongue poked out from between her lips and slid back and forth, gathering the red tinted strands and slurping them in.

For they have shed the blood of saints and prophets,

and thou hast given them blood to drink;

for they are worthy.

The cheese had stretched enough to loosen its grip, allowing Devyn to finally pull her right hand free while her left was still trapped. She clutching her arm with her free hand, yanking it back and forth in the cheese to work it loose, screaming in frustration, "GOD FUCKING FUCK! LET GO YOU SHIT FUCKING CHEESE!" as the mouth in front of her began to chew. The sound was maddening, tons upon tons of food being ground to mush.

One of the other girls said something to make Chelsea giggle, allowing Devyn a glimpse of the half chewed morsel between her teeth, spraying her in a mist of saliva and pizza sauce.

Chelsea swallowed with a gulp. The lips began to open again, pause, and let out a deafening burp.

"Oh m' God, Chelsea!" Demi yelled through a mouthful of pizza. "Tha's disgusting!"

Chelsea smiled, covering her mouth with her free hand and giggling, "Scuse me!" before taking another bite. The cheese loosened once again as the lips pulled away, and Devyn was finally able to yank her hand from the cheese. Without so much as a second thought, she flipped herself around and frantically climbed the uphill slope of the pizza towards the crust and mountain of fingers. Her progress was slow, pursued by bite after thunderous bite, not daring to look back. A set of teeth glided overhead and Devyn screamed, throwing her hands over her head. Then, suddenly, the teeth froze in the air, high above, and Devyn sprinted out from beneath them.