Short story

There's a grim and yellow human stain on her damp white cotton pants. Shes got a small snivelling body and baked out hair. Her chest beats frantically as he stands over her. A powdered heart, run with r 

"Piss" 

The faltering tears start to fall and drip down her cheeks, fuck does that itch. He wraps his cold fingers around her neck and starts to stop the message. She cracks a short breath and begins to piss herself. It seeps through her knickers onto the waiting porcelain in a sodden patter. He lets go of her throat and she stats to cry again. Big wet sad tears of despair and humiliation. She smells and she reeks with embarrassment her groin is soaked with her urine and excitement. He reaches his hand into her knickers, starts to spread her and rub around. He draws them back as pushes them down her throat  until she gags and racks up dank spit. She's a sorry state.