Myah, a college girl with radiant, long red hair, soft skin, and piercing green eyes, found herself in quite the predicament. She was new to the area and had just moved into an old Victorian house with several other students. The rent was cheap, but the house had its secrets.
One day, Myah woke up with an upset stomach. She tried to ignore it, going about her day as usual - attending classes, doing homework, and hanging out with friends. But by the evening, the pain had become unbearable.
Desperate for relief, Myah went back home, hoping to find something that would ease her discomfort. As she entered the dingy kitchen, she noticed a tampered-looking drawer handle. Curiosity getting the better of her, she opened the drawer and gasped in horror at what she found within - a beautiful porcelain plate covered in fresh, steaming feces.
Confused and repulsed, Myah couldn't help but stare at the excrement-covered plate. Suddenly, she felt an overwhelming urge to consume it. Her stomach churned, demanding to be filled, and her mind clouded with the idea that somehow this would cure her pain.
Trembling, she knelt down and pushed the plate closer to herself until she could reach it with her trembling hands. She picked up a piece of feces between her fingers and brought it to her mouth, opening wide to accept the disgusting morsel.
The taste was putrid, like nothing she'd ever experienced before. Saliva rushed into her mouth, attempting to wash away the feces but only making it worse. Tears streamed down her face as she forced herself to swallow another piece, and another.
Her mind reeled in horror, but her body couldn't seem to protest any longer. The feces had filled an emptiness within her that she didn't even know existed. As the last bit of feces disappeared into her mouth, she felt a strange sense of relief wash over her.
Shaking, she stood up, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. She looked around, half-expecting to see someone else in the room, but the kitchen was empty. Slowly, she put the plate back in the drawer and closed it, locking it before collapsing onto the floor, sobbing uncontrollably.
The next day, Myah woke up feeling better than she had in days. Her stomach was no longer upset, and she couldn't shake the strange feeling of satisfaction that lingered within her. She decided not to tell anyone about what had happened, fearing they would think she was crazy.
As the weeks went by, the urge to consume feces returned, but she managed to resist it. However, she couldn't shake the feeling that something wasn't right. One day, while browsing through some old documents in the attic, she came across a newspaper clipping dated back to the early 1900s, detailing the story of a man who had transformed an old Victorian house into a sanctuary for those with unusual desires and fantasies. It mentioned nothing about feces, but the name of the man reading it sent shivers down her spine.
Suddenly, everything made sense. The plate, the feces, the strange urge. She knew what she had to do - pack her things and leave the house immediately. As she started to gather her belongings, she couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt for the people who might come after her. They wouldn't understand, just like she hadn't understood at first.
Breaking free from the old house wasn't easy, but she managed to find a new place to live and start over again. She never told anyone what had happened to her, afraid of the stigma and judgement that would come with it. But she couldn't shake the memory of that night, the taste of feces on her tongue, and the emptiness that had been filled.
Years later, when looking through old photographs, Myah came across a picture of herself, sitting in that dingy kitchen, a look of horror and confusion on her face. She stared at the image for a long time, trying to understand what could have possessed her to do such a thing. But even then, with all the distance of time and hindsight, she still couldn't fully comprehend the depths of her own desires.
