I walk out of the mess that is the bathroom, frustration and annoyance filling my mind, the workmen seemed completely incompetent and argued about everything, if they can't do things how I want without ridiculous excuses then I'll find someone better and who will do what I'm paying them for. That's what's missing from the modern day, a good work ethic, instead everyone argues with the person who is paying them, as if they're the ones in charge. As long as they get it finished before my husband gets home then I'll be happy at this point, they were supposed to be finished by now but instead they keep taking coffee breaks and talking nonsense about how it would have been done sooner had I let them do it their way.
As I walk into the kitchen i see one of them yet again helping himself to my kettle and coffee, using my electricity.
"Drink?" The question takes me off guard slightly, it's my home, my kettle, my coffee, why is he asking me if I want some? Can these people be any more rude and disrespectful?
"Here you go." He slides the cup across the worktop splashing drops over the polished marble surface. I grip the cup hard as I try to hold back my anger amd rage, drinking the strange tasting coffee, they can't even make it properly. Finishing my drink I walk to my office and try to get some work done over the noise, while also keeping an ear out for the workmen doing anything dodgy, you do hear stories after all, but myneyes fail to keep focus and my mind feels sluggish, maybe it's all the unnecessary stress caused by these idiots. As I get up to move to my medicine draw for some headache tablets my legs go weak and buckle as the world goes dizzy.
"You alright sir?" One of the workmen must have walked by and helps me to my unsteady feet, my legs refusing to cooperate as he helps me walk down the corridor, my mind barely noticing where I am or what is going on as I'm for some reason brought to the bathroom. For some reason they've drilled a hole where the toilet should be, why have they done that? I'll kill them when I feel better after I have a little nap or my husband will deal with them. My heavy eyelids close as the whole world goes black and my body goes fully limp as I fall unconscious.
I awake in darkness, the world around me feels cold and rough, I quickly notice the absence of my clothes as my mind begins to wake up and I regain my senses. Did they steal my clothes? Where am I? I try to move but my arms seem to be restrained behind my back and chained to the wall, same with my legs preventing me from moving out of my kneeling position. They chained me up somewhere? They really must have been criminals. I knew there was something wrong with those uncivilised workers. I suddenly feel something in my mouth as I try to yell out at them, a large tube seems to fill my mouth, stretching it open and preventing any sound, I also feel something plugging my nose, the smell fill my senses as I breath seeming strangely familiar but I can't put my finger on what it is. I also begin to feel something stretching my ass open, something lodged deep inside me, and something else inside my cock, creating an uncomfortable feeling as it stretches my urethra. What is going on? Where am I?
Suddenly sound crackles in my ears.
"Hello? Can you hear me? Those drugs we gave you must have worn off by now. You are probably wondering what happened, don't worry your precious bathroom is finished exactly how you wanted. Only we got fed up with your shit and you treating us like filth, so we thought we'd give you a taste of your own medicine, literally." What did they mean? I pull angrily on my restraints and yell muffled words at them but it achieves nothing as they continue to speak.
"When your husband gets home he'll find a lovely new bathroom and we'll tell him that you went out for some fresh air. Unknowingly he will sit down on his new toilet and relieve himself, into you." What! I cry out in horror and desperately pull on my chains in horror.
"It shouldn't be to bad considering how much crap you talk and how shitty a person you are." I'll show him how shitty of a person I am once I get out of here.
"Oh, and one more thing, although you're hooked up to the plumbing there is a container which will store your waste for a month at a time, if it gets to full it will overflow into the hole you now live in, so be careful about that, unless you want to be submerged in your own waste. Anyway we're off, I would say see yeah around but I doubt we will. Bye l, enjoy your new bathroom." I hear them walk out over the headphones secured in my ears and scream in terror and make muffled pleas to be let out and be freed but I'm either unheard or ignored.
"Ah, hello sir. Yes everything is all finished, if you would come this way I'll show you." I hear them walk my husband to the bathroom and hope fills me as I call out to him, he must hear me, he'll free me.
"Wow, this looks amazing! You guys really did a fantastic job. I hope that my husband wasn't to difficult, he can be a bit of an asshole sometimes."
"No, he wasn't to be sir, we've had worse."
"Where is he anyway?" I yell as loud as I possibly can, desperately trying to tell him that I'm right hear. Please hear me.
"Oh, he wasn't feeling great, I think the noise of the work was giving him a bit of a headache, so he went out for some fresh air."
"Ah, sorry if you've been left waiting, sometimes he get frustrated and goes on long walks. How much did it come to in the end?" No I'm still here, they're lying. Tears fill my eyes as I hear them walk out of the bathroom, my husband failing to notice my cries for help.
I hear footsteps move closer towards me once again.
"Finally they're gone. I've been holding this in for to long." Oh no, please no. I suddenly smell a horrid fart and choke as I'm forced to breath it in through my nose. Panic sets in as I hear a rush of water and I frantically pull on my restraints as warm liquid pours into my waiting mouth, the disgusting piss filling my mouth, drowning me as I'm left no choice but to swallow it down, the taste nothing compared to the putrid taste that floats over my tongue. I struggle to resist throwing up as the warm sludge slides into my mouth, filling my senses with the horrific and vile taste of my husband's shit, as I'm forced to break it up with my tongue and choke it down.
Left shaking in disgust, I cry, alone, buried and trapped, with the lingering taste off shit in my mouth, doomed to be a living human toilet for my unaware husband. Hopefully he'll look for me when I fail to return from my walk and figure out what happened to me.
1 month later
My cold piss and shit pours disgustingly over my body as the container overflows, causing me to instinctively pull on my restraints and cry out as it coats my skin and tangles in my hair with filth before filling the bottom of my hole with my own waste, one that I'm forced to knee in forever, as I'm forced to consume more of my husband's waste. I've long given up trying to communicate with him and from what I've overheard by the police officer, who pissed into my mouth, they've given up looking for me. I'm trapped down here forever, lost and presumed dead, while actually buried under my own home, forced to live a hellish existence as a human toilet, living on piss, cum and shit and other horrid waste, like snot, vomit, nail clippings and shavings from my husband's razor, although the worst so far was definitely one of his female friends, who just so happened to be on her period while over. I shiver as I remember all the things I've been forced to consume and will continue to be for as long as I live.
5 years later
I hungrily swallow down my meal of piss and shit, one fed to me by my husband's new partner, I'm so used to my disgusting diet that I've even learnt to tell who is using me just by taste, texture and consistency. I've long come to terms with my hell, I've even learnt to be used to the taste and much to my horror get excited when someone comes to fed me, the consuming of their waste the only contact I have with the outside world and other people. Smell and taste are my only link to the world outside as my headphones long since stopped working, broken by the waste that now submerges my unhealthy body, forever in a pool of my own filthy waste, the waste that rots my body from both within and outside, slowly turning me into what I consume.
Epilogue
10 years later
I flush the toilet but it refuses to go down, it must be blocked somewhere. Frustrated I phone the plumber, the same people who installed the bathroom 15 years ago, they quickly come round and say that the problem is in the pipes under the floor and that they'd have to dig it up to fix it, the bathroom was looking worn and needed redecorating, so while I'm out at work they're working on refitting it.
"Yep there's the blockage." The older workman who had worked on this bathroom and installed this toilet smiles as they lift the bloated, sickly and rotting body from its festering hole, its skin stained a yellowy brown and its stomach bloated and diseased from decades of consuming nothing but waste. I look at the poor bastard, amazed that he survived for so long down there, he must have suffered for so long. I and the rest of the men roll his body up and dump it in a bio waste disposal container, where once we've finished the job he will be dumped and buried amongst other rubbish, his husband never learning of what happened to his rude, piecw of shit, former husband.