Read at your own risk.
You have been warned.
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"PHIL! STOP WHAT HAS GOTTEN INTO YOU!" I yelled, fearing for my life. He looked at me with an evil glint in his eyes, while eating his favorite food, a banana.
"Wanna play a game, Dan?" he said, with little flecks of banana flying out of his mouth, and landing on my cheeks. His breath smelled of banana and it was giving me a migraine.
"Y-yes?" I said that, not because I wanted to, but because it was the right answer.
"Dan. I. Cant. Hear. You." With each word, my hearth beat faster with fear. "Your so quiet. Why is that? Are you, s c a r e d? PLAY A GAME WITH ME! PLAY A GAME." He screamed and demanded like a child.
He walked over to the chair I was tied to, each footstep echoing in my head. I started struggling, and I felt tears prickling the corners of my eyes.
"No need to cry, Dan. Just calm down." Then, he did what I feared he would do most. He pulled out a cup and spit the chunky slimy banana into it. . I already knew what he would make me do.
"Drink it." He demanded.
"But Phil, you know I'm allergic. Please. They give me explosive diarrhea." I pleaded, but he seemed unfazed.
He just laughed at me. He put the cup in my hand and pulled a knife from his pocket.
"Drink it." He repeated. I took him more seriously because of the knife. I reluctantly brought the cup to my mouth. I tilted my head back, the contents sliding into my mouth. Before i had even one mouthful of regurgitated banana, I threw up into the cup.
"Even better!" said Phil. I have to down this whole cup of banana, throw up and all, or i would die tonight.
"Fuck it," I shrugged and chugged the contents, trying not to gag. The cup was empty, and i felt very proud of myself. All that pride went away when he brought out twenty more bananas. He had a wicked look on his face and i had a sinking feeling in my stomach, not knowing if it was fear, or diarrhea. Probably both.
"I want you to eat all these bananas Dan. We all know banana is your favorite food. Your going to be shitting buckets after this." He said in a singsong voice.
-20 bananas later-
I was full on sobbing now. I felt miserable. Phil was enjoying my suffering. He walked up to me and untied me from the chair. He knew i couldn't run because of how much pain i was in. As soon as my butt left the chair, it was on the floor. I couldnt stand in the state i was in at the moment. Phil walked towards me and violently pulled my underwear and pants off. I felt the diarrhea coming.
By now i was writhing on the floor with pain. Phil pulled one last banana from his pocket. He told me to get on all fours. I did as he said. He walked up to me and slid the banana into my hole. I felt the pressure building up. "PHIL STOP! YOUR BLOCKING THE DIARRHEA! IM GOING TO EXPLODE!" Phil just laughed. I let out an ear piercing scream and suddenly, I exploded. "That was a fun game." Phil said to himself.
