“It’s ok, it’s ok.” she said in a rushed, but soothing tone. “Just get it aaaaaall out, and then we’ll get you cleaned up. Okay, honey?” Dante could only nod meekly as he set a record for most contents being expelled from a human stomach. After a few minutes, Dante had finished his “Best of the Exorcist” routine. His eyes began to de-blur. Oddly enough, though he had coated about a quarter of the room with a mix of vomit and what was left of his dignity, not a single drop of the stuff had landed on the woman. A pool of puke had gathered around him and soaked his palms. Luckily it stopped spreading right a it spread to where the woman had knelt. Thank God for small mercies.

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