I dipped my hand into the doom vat and tasted spit. It came on me like a dream: nasty, day-old saliva, gross up around my gums. “Did it again,” I said, looking over my shoulder at my potions master. “Screwed me hard.” Old man Argyle grunted. “You screwed yourself.”
The Doom Vat
The Doom Vat
The Doom Vat
I dipped my hand into the doom vat and tasted spit. It came on me like a dream: nasty, day-old saliva, gross up around my gums. “Did it again,” I said, looking over my shoulder at my potions master. “Screwed me hard.” Old man Argyle grunted. “You screwed yourself.”