Excerpt from the forthcoming novel, Howl: The Beast King.
D. W. Darko
“Christian, get your butt in here.” Jean said. “Danny doesn't have much time.”
Christian groaned, clutching his rumbling stomach, a grimace on his face. He entered the bathroom, closed the door, and locked it behind him.
Jean grinned, taking apparent delight in his suffering. “Those supplements got you going, huh?”
“Feels like I drank battery acid.” Christian said.
“That means it's working.” Jean pulled on a pair of latex gloves and suspended an enema bag full of scalding hot, murky white liquid from the towel bar. “Now pull down your pants, get on your knees, and lie on your chest.”
“Can I leave my boxers on?”
“You know better than that. Go on. Take them off.”
Tears welled in Christian's eyes and he turned his back to Jean, bending over and lowering his pants and underwear, his bare ass exposed to the harsh bathroom light. He dropped to his knees and fell forward, his chest and face pressed against tile which stank of Danny's beer piss.
Jean applied a drop of lubricant to the nozzle at the end of the enema hose and then shoved it inside Christian.
The hot chlorine dioxide mixture filled his bowels, surging into his intestines.
He whimpered, tears streaming despite the promise he made himself that he would not show Jean a glimmer of weakness. He heaved and retched, but had nothing in his stomach to expel except yellow chlorinated bile.
“Good job.” Jean said.
The bag emptied, filling Christian's colon with a substance which felt like potent acid dissolving his internal organs.
Jean set an egg timer, enjoying her handiwork as it ticked down from five minutes. To Christian, those five minutes seemed closer to an hour, each second spent in torment.
“Okay, time's up. Get on the commode.”
Christian climbed onto the toilet and expelled caustic waste from his body. Bits of flesh came along with it, accompanied by several drops of blood.
Jean inspected the bowl when he finished. “See that? That's one of them worms that gave you autism. We killed it. A few more rounds of CD and you'll be normal as Ethan and you'll have some sense.”
"Why does it hurt so much?"
"The right thing always hurts." said Jean through a sad smile. "Most things that feel good get you in trouble, and sometimes unpleasant medicine is the best way to cure a disease. Go lay down and you'll feel better."
The “worm” looked like a piece of intestinal lining to Christian, who felt nauseated and belched bleach fumes.
Jean left for prayer circle and Christian went to bed.
D W Darko, has Just released, on Amazon, a kindle edition, Book 1, of the "howl Series" - Howl: The Beast King. It can be purchased for just $4.20 (USD ) at http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00OLDLLKA
As you can see from what you have read above, it will be an excellent book :) .
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