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Tainted

Rid my body of it. Flush it all away. Make me pure again.

Bending over the smooth porcelain, his stomach tightened and contracted as the acidic liquid poured out of him, lining his throat with fiery stinging warmth.

Oh God. Get it out. Just get it out before it contaminates me.

Finally he stopped, flushing the toilet and leaning his bare back against it weakly, closing his sweat-clouded eyes and tasting the pungent fluid on his burning tongue.

A loud rap on the bathroom door tore him from his thoughts.

“Mr. Aiken! Five minutes until show time, sir!”

He groaned, burying his perspiration-soaked head in his quivering knees.

Another show. Another night of forced smiles and fake laughs and blurred faces.

“Mr. Aiken? Can you hear me? Is everything okay?”

“I’ll be there in a minute. Everything is fine.”

His voice was raspy, gruff.

Everything is fine. Fine. Fine.

He stood up, swaying slightly, and licked his chapped lips.

Everything is fine.


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