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*trigger warning:
+ confinement + dehumanisation + faces +
*the full warning and list of triggers to be found in part 2
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The pain had gone but another indisposition had replaced it. She was still only human and as much as she was disgusted by the provided foodstuff she ate it. And as much as she disliked the water basin she drank from it. And as much as she wanted to hold it in she had to pass a bowel movement. Soon. She really wanted to be able to do so away from the box but she could not move out of it. Soiling the slab of concrete that she was confined to for about a day now and who knew how many more days to come without knowing whether it would be cleaned was not an appealing thought. She didn't want to be forced to lay in her own refuse. She was restless, no position remained comfortable for long. She couldn't be up on her knees for long and resting on her side was uncomfortable due to the slimness of the box. She had to keep the muscles of her sphincter and her bladder under conscious control every second of every minute. Finally she couldn't do it anymore. The pain and the pressure grew too strong. Trying not to think about what she was about to do and how much filthier she would be in a few seconds she crawled down the box on her back as far as the chain around her neck would allow. With her bottom hanging in the air and her spinal column bending over the step she let go. She heard her urine splash down on the floor and run through the bars in the ground. On the skin of her feet and ankles she could feel a light splatter. Once released her sphincter opened up and a veritable flood of soft and hard stool was emptied out onto the floor. Unlike the fluid it didn't pass through the bars but remained in the place where she would have placed her feet to rest comfortably. She could feel the last droplets of urine run down her private parts and then mix with the last remains of faeces that still clung to her skin. She felt the urge to reach down and clean herself but what would she clean her fingers with?
She wanted to let herself go and wallow in self-pity but that wouldn't get her out of this situation. She had to remain strong and to keep her wits about. She had to keep it together or she could have just been minced alive on the first day anyway. She had made it here. She was still herself. She would get out of this. She would break the chain, she would leave the box, she would kill the monsters and she would get back home. She hadn't worked her ass off on her A-Levels only for some monsters to come along and take all her dreams away!
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(Don't) Panic
HorrorWhere they are they don't know but they know for sure what it is: Hell Several thousand people are being abducted by an unknown force during a concert. They find themselves in a big enclosure but not any longer on the concert grounds. Panic breaks...
