Morning Sickness

The door opened.

With the wind came the cool scent of him.

“Aria, I’ve prepared something truly special this time.”

Footsteps drawing closer.

“Daniel called you boring, didn’t he? Said you were far too quiet. Those words gave me new inspiration. As expected, to advance art, one must listen to criticism from all kinds of people. Even if they are insignificant.”

His hand gripped my waist.

As my body slowly rose, I felt the ivory pieces that had been filling me slide out.

“Hngh.”

Empty openings.

I felt something trickling from my urethra, which would not close...