He now animates a body of fluid with bubbles continually floating to the top, as though he boils, but without any heat. Legend says that he can infuse...a person’s corpse after death, once the tissues are dried or drained of water and blood, if the three Artifacts of Authority are placed on the body.”John blinked. “Do you mean he was in the bowl, with that throne and trident?”“He was, with the Crown and Gauntlet too.” Vasin agreed.He’s a fucking soda now? Don’t laugh. Just don’t laugh, they’ll. She felt kind of cool for that. But her roomate was in the room beside and she could hear everything. Not the cries of joy, but these of pain and humiliation. She never came that day. She never begged enough for it. She thought that keeping it was making her special.She wore that buttplug for 2 days straight. In work or in bed. It was small, manageable she thought. But time is always a cruel mistress. After the first day she couldn't concentrate at work; and she has to. She couldn't keep her. "The one for the summer school teachers," said Bob."I didn't hear about any faculty meeting," complained Ted."You must have missed the memo. Cecelia?" I'm coming!" she said breathlessly. "I'll get back to you," she said to Ted, as she almost ran around the back of Bob's car and jumped in."Where is it?" wailed Ted. "I can't miss my first faculty meeting!" You know where Barney's Bar-B-Q is, out on highway sixteen?" asked Bob."No, I just got to town a week ago," Ted complained."Can't miss it,". I pushed past her to the garage door and fumbled with the handle. When the latch released, the door raised up by itself, pulled by cables and springs. The cool air immediately flooded in and began evacuating the toxic fumes. I stumbled outdoors and broke into a full run to the woods. I didn't get far before I had to rest. Then the ground spun up to meet me. Everything converged into a dull muffled blackness, and I passed out.I woke up an hour later in the woods. My head was still.