We All Rot Eventually: A Horror Novella

by Mia Ballard

I chop up Two-Time Johnny in the bathtub.

incredible

I stuck the tongue in the freezer, nestled between bags of ice and forgotten takeout, and went to bed. The next day, I pulled it out, its texture strange and firm, the frost clinging to its edges. I brought it back to my bed, let it thaw slightly in my hand, and slid it between my legs and masturbated with it. It was cold at first, sharp, but the thrill of it burned through me, the thought of him watching, the thought of my number one fan seeing me use his severed tongue as a sex toy. I feel like he would’ve died for this either way.

yk what… hell maybe