### *Frank’s Cruelty*
Frank’s booming laughter echoed across the construction site as he carried you toward the filthy portaloo. His massive, calloused hand gripped you tightly, making it impossible to escape. You squirmed, trying to beg, but your tiny voice barely registered over his thunderous chuckles.
“Calm down, little guy,” Frank said, his grin wide and wicked. “I’m just giving you a new office. You’ll fit right in.”
You craned your neck to see where he was taking you, but the sour, acrid smell hit your nose before you could spot it. Your stomach churned when you realized his destination: the portaloo.
“No! Please, Frank! Don’t!” you cried out, but he didn’t care.
“Oh, you’ll love it,” he sneered. “Plenty of space, not much company, though. Except for, well… you’ll see.”
With a swift motion, he swung the door open, and you were hit by the stale, sour stench of stale human waste. He laughed again as he dangled you over the open hole.
“Flush is broken,” he said, grinning, “but I think you’ll manage.”
---
Frank dropped you in.
You landed with a wet *plop*, the faint squelch of liquid breaking your fall. At first, you thought you’d landed on the bare floor of the portaloo, but as you tried to push yourself up, your hands slipped against something soft, sticky, and horrifyingly warm. You froze.
Your body had landed on a single turd, perched like an obscene monument in the middle of the bowl. It stuck to your clothes, to your skin, smearing against you as you struggled to pull yourself free. The smell was unbearable, making your stomach churn as you gasped for breath.
Above, Frank peeked in one last time, his massive shadow darkening the already dim space.
“Enjoy your stay, buddy,” he said, his voice dripping with mockery. “Don’t let it get too lonely in there.”
The door slammed shut, and his heavy footsteps faded, leaving you alone.
---
Hours passed, and the heat inside the portaloo became oppressive. The faint light filtering through the vents only made your surroundings more grotesque. The single turd was your unwelcome companion, stuck to your body like an inescapable nightmare.
Every sound from outside—laughter, footsteps, the hum of machinery—reminded you how close you were to freedom, yet utterly invisible to everyone. You screamed, but no one heard.
The occasional worker came by, jiggling the door handle or peering in briefly before deciding to use another toilet. You hoped, prayed, that someone would notice you. But no one did.
Then, as the day neared its end, you heard heavy footsteps approaching. The portaloo door creaked open, and light flooded the space. You craned your neck upward, your heart sinking as a massive construction worker blocked the doorway.
He was enormous, his gut straining against his fluorescent vest as he grunted, clearly in a rush. He didn’t even glance down into the bowl.
You tried to scream, but it was too late.
The worker turned around, his shadow eclipsing you completely, and squatted over the opening. The seat creaked under his weight as he hovered, grunting softly.
Then came the sound.
A deep, rumbling *gurgle* echoed from above, followed by a loud, wet fart that vibrated through the air. Before you could react, a torrent of mess erupted from him, splattering into the bowl. The force sent you tumbling, burying you beneath the warm, suffocating muck.
You thrashed, but it was no use. The weight pressed down on you, the smell and heat overwhelming as you sank deeper into the disgusting mass. The construction worker sighed loudly, shifting slightly as he finished.
The door creaked open again, and you heard him leave without a second thought. The portaloo door swung shut, plunging you into darkness once more as you wait to see what’s next.
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