I sigh as I sit down on the toilet of my new house, one that I got cheap due to the rumours surrounding it. Years ago someone went missing, some young thief or something. The rumours say that they were planning on breaking into this house on the night they went missing and that the person living here was some creepy weirdo. They even searched the house but he wasn't here, some people say that he is buried somewhere or he was sold into slavery, one strange rumour is that while searching one police officer thought he heard a scream coming out of the toilet, some rumours say that it is haunted. Which is just ridiculous, some people have way to much imagination for their own good. Other rumours even say that he was buried alive under the toilet, hooked up to the plumbing and forced to live off of human waste for the rest of their miserable life. It is a horrible thought, imagine being trapped in the dark and only ever consuming piss and shit, it's such a crazy story. 

I get up feeling relieved, I'd been holding that huge shit in all day. Wiping I flush to toilet, if there really is someone down there I'm sure they'd be happy to be feed after no one using the toilet for a while. I smile and laugh slightly at the silly and ridiculous stories some people spread and believe.

I moan in my concrete prison, my weak body starved from lack of food, well what a toilet like me considers food, the air I breath through the tubes lodged deep inside my nose smelling fresher than ever, the toilet my air holes open inside of barely carrying my owners scent any more, only that of the clean toilet water at the bottom. My mind craving another disgusting meal of shit and piss, not wanting to starve to death buried down here under all the concrete. I should never have tried stealing from that strange weirdo, everyone laughed at him behind his back, I thought I’d find something interesting, maybe valuable or something I could sell, like an embarrassing secret, instead I got imprisoned down here and forced to suffer for decades. He knocked me out and next thing I know I wake up here, unable to move inside a block of concrete, a tube in my mouth, a hollow buttplug filling my ass and a catheter in my cock, forced to consume his waste, and any other guests that use me, for the rest of my life. 

I suddenly smell a revolting and familiar fragrance, one that makes my stomach rumble, as I hear the faint sound of the flush, I feel excitement as it means that I can finally eat. I feel and taste the horrid water, feeling my foul meal of sludge slide over my tongue, tasting different from usual as I force it down into my empty and hungry stomach, one bloated and not to healthy after years of only having waste go through my rotting digestive system. For the first time in a long decade I feel a small spark of hope and I cry out weakly, maybe I have a new owner, maybe they'll let me out, free me from my hellish nightmare of an existence. As I scream out for freedom long repressed and forgotten memories of life above ground awaken within me and rise to the surface of my long dormant mind, the feeling of the sun on my skin, being able to move and speak, smelling and tasting fresh undigested food, listening to music and watching films, my family and friends, my dreams for my future, all long forgotten as my life as a toilet took over, thinking of them to unbearable in my permanent and vile prison, better to become the mindless plumbing that I now am. Although the idea of leaving my confined home also frightens me, can I really go back after so long trapped down here? Unable to move, in the dark and quiet, eating shit every day, I've even begun to get used to the feel and taste of my horrid food. How can I return to a normal life? Maybe I should just be grateful to be fed once again. 

I turn to leave, for a second I swear I hear a noise coming from the toilet. I shake my head, I shouldn't let those silly stories get to me like that, no one is trapped down there. I close the lid before turning off the light and leaving the bathroom, not hearing the faint sound of crying coming up from the plumbing, as the eternally trapped prisoner knows that rescue will never come, the faint hope from having a new owner only making their punishment worse.