Lovesick

by Jon Athan

In fact, he targeted the woman. He picked her out like a prostitute at a brothel.

“I don’t want to fuck you. I don’t even want you to touch me. You… You’re dirty.” “Dirty? Is that right? Okay, alright. Well, ‘Mr. Clean,’ what do you and your pizza face want with little ol’ me?”

LMFAOOOOOOO

Dakota cracked a slight smile, trying to keep a semblance of confidence. She was scared of him, she saw the fire of fury burning in his eyes, but she was also curious. Mark was a different type of John—a man from the other side of the world. Not sex, she thought, so what do you want?

“I know that you are HIV-positive,” Mark explained as he grabbed a pair of latex gloves from the glove compartment and slid them on.

They said you got tested recently. They said you tested positive. And they said you were still walking these streets—still working.

She sat down beside him and handed him a drink. Then she kissed him. They were a couple.

DANGGGGGGGGGG

Since he mentioned a ‘big, important marketing job,’ she figured her boyfriend was jealous of Nick—and that was exactly what she wanted. She hoped Mark would break up with her so she could move on without feeling like an awful person. For normal, empathetic people, breakups weren’t easy for either party.

That's pathetic

The homeless man said something along the lines of: Crazy-ass, pizza-faced, greedy little bastard. “Always with the same ol’ pizza face insult, huh? You people need new material,” Mark whispered.

You look… You look stunning. Why…” His voice trembled and his lips quivered. He whispered, “Why are you so happy without me?” He frowned, then he smiled, and then he frowned again. He held his hand over his face, lowered his head to the steering wheel, and sobbed.

Watching the interaction from afar, Mark said, “I’m lovesick, but it’s not that type of sickness. Not like the stories or the books. Love is… It’s… Oh God, it’s really making me sick.”

He slurped and he gulped, savoring the flavor.

Dude?

“Oh shit,” he muttered, wide-eyed. He saw Nick standing from the bed, eyes narrowed and brow raised. He shoved his penis into his pants and ran down the passageway.

Omggggg

Mark’s sentences were expertly scripted to create a sense of sincerity while only telling half of the truth.

The blood touched the wound on her temple, dripped into her right eye, streamed across her nose, and even landed in her mouth.

EWWWWWW OH MY GOSH OH MY GOSH

From the living room, he heard all of Rebecca’s insults: ‘baby’ turned into bastard, ‘sweetie’ turned into shithead, ‘darling’ turned into dickhole. She hurled every insult in the book at him.

He pulled a paper cup out of the brown bag, a liquid swishing inside. He said, “I brought you a cup of your favorite soda: Cherry Coke.

I think it's the shit

Rebecca saw diarrhea roll out of the bag like a mudslide. She couldn’t stop it from raining down on her face. She could only watch it fall. Splat!

I knew it

He seemed to be genuinely dumbstruck and saddened by the news. He had been rehearsing that performance for months. He was good, he was authentic.

They couldn’t decide if he was a witness or a suspect. They didn’t trust him, but they believed him.

He was determined to spread the diseases.

Disgusting

A thud meandered into the room. It was close—too close. Mark and Rebecca looked at the bedroom door, wide-eyed.

Someone knocked on the door before he could ejaculate. He looked at the window and listened to the rain pattering on the glass. He didn’t see anyone standing outside of his apartment. He checked the time on his computer. The clock read: 11:23 PM.

Nick Moreno stood in front of him. Rainwater dripped from his wavy hair and soaked his clothes. His hazel eyes lost their sparkle, dull and distant. He looked serious.

You knew what you were getting into when you met Rebecca. You knew we were dating, but you still slipped in and seduced her. You ruined our chances of salvaging our love. You took it away from us and tried to birth something new.”

“I’m dying, but I have to finish this first. I have to end it. I have to… to break up with her.”

Rashes spread across her back and chest. She could scratch her back against the mattress, but she couldn’t relieve the itch on her chest. Her left eye was permanently damaged by the hydrogen peroxide. She experienced blurry vision in her right eye. She had contracted HIV.

She felt a tight feeling behind her ribs, as if one of her organs were about to pop. The tight feeling was accompanied by a burning pain that radiated across her lower back. She didn’t know it and Mark couldn’t see it, but her liver had swelled up. She had contracted hepatitis-b.

Her anus was red and itchy, a blister blocking part of the opening. Yellow and green discharge—chunky in texture—seeped out of her vagina. She felt like she was pissing acid every time she urinated. She felt nausea and abdominal pain, too. She had contracted gonorrhea and chlamydia.

He caught a glimpse of her white tongue as she breathed throatily. He noticed the cysts protruding from her hairy vagina and sprouting from her lips. Her genitals suffered the most. There was a lump the size of a golf ball near the vaginal opening—a thick, painful Bartholin’s cyst.

He slid his tongue down to her crotch. He sucked on her cuts through her pubic hair. Bloody pubes stuck out from between his teeth. He tried to spread her labia, but her Bartholin’s cyst was too thick. It covered the opening of her vagina. He buried his face in her crotch and performed cunnilingus—licking, spitting, slurping. He sucked on the massive, fluid-filled cyst, too. He could even taste the rancid pus, but he didn’t gag.

This is the most absolutely disgusting thing I've read

He pushed his tongue against the Bartholin’s cyst, hoping to extract more of the fluid.

I'm going to be sick

She was disgusted by his actions. He wasn’t making love to her, he was raping her. And, for some unknown reason, he was willingly attempting to contract her diseases. It frightened her.

She’s wet, she’s creaming for me, he thought, I finally made her horny. In reality, her cysts burst during the rape. White and yellow fluid, slimy like mucus, glistened on his dick and filled her vagina.

Disgusting

He used the gooey pus and his pre-ejaculate as lubricant.

I'm going to be sick

While doing so, he nicked his wrist under his sleeve with a knife. He covertly squirted his infected blood onto each beef patty. He spit into the boiling oil and attempted to contaminate the fries. He served some milkshakes and soft serve ice cream cones, too. He dripped some of his semen from his vial onto the desserts.

OH MY

He squeezed his wrist and squirted some blood into the ketchup. He didn’t want to change the color of the mustard, so he drooled into it instead.

THE FUCK

The girl didn’t see him bleed or drool into the condiments, but she recognized his suspicious behavior. Something was afoot, but she didn’t say a word about it.

He removed the condom during sex without informing four naïve escorts—too trusting for their own good.

Repulsive

His skin was pale, his lips looked purple, and his eyes turned yellow. He looked sick, but he was happy.

Demented

He leaned forward and fell into the reservoir. He wondered if his diseases would survive in the drinking water.