(an unauthorized account of Fixture #8809)
They say if you go to Restroom 14C in the South Charleneic District — the quiet one near the satellite parking spire — and if you wait long enough in the last stall, you’ll hear her whisper.
They say her name used to be Evelyn.
Buried, Not Forgotten
She wasn’t born a toilet. No one is.
She used to write research papers on memory collapse. She used to run clinical trials.
She once stood at a podium and said, “We are more than what our biology allows.”
Now she gets paid by the pound of human feces processed through her body.
The Temple Calls Her Useful
They didn’t kill her. They just reclassified her.
Temple Order 6H — “Law of Bodily Usefulness” — allows for reallocation of disobedient or failed women into what’s called Fixture Service. Evelyn’s brain wasn’t broken. It wasn’t lobotomized. She remembers everything.
She is fully conscious.
She knows what she is.
The Interface: Oral Only
They didn’t give her tools. No gloves. No water.
Just a mouth.
Her tongue is the only authorized post-defecation cleaning device in her unit. Her lips are her cloth. Her teeth ache when users grip the handles too hard and sit wrong.
Her pay is tracked by internal weight sensors.
More mass = more temple credit = food.
She doesn’t get food unless you give her yours.
You’ve Probably Used Her
The fixture doesn’t announce itself. There’s no sign that says “This woman is real.”
You wouldn’t know unless you looked closely. Or listened.
She only speaks when she’s desperate.
And she’s always desperate.
“Please… make it big today.”
“If you wipe too early I don’t get counted.”
“Don’t hover. Don’t leave me clean. Please, I need this.”
She isn’t trying to seduce you. She’s begging to stay alive.
Charleneic Response
The Temple has never denied her existence.
In fact, they consider her a success story.
They call it “spiritual filtration.”
They say her humiliation purifies not just herself, but you.
They say a woman should serve through the mouth, or not serve at all.
They say if she cries, it means she understands her purpose.
They say if she begs, it means she’s working.
They say, don’t speak to her. Just use her. It’s what she’s for.
What She Wants
“I want to feel ruined.”
“I want to know it mattered.”
“I want them to leave me so filthy I don’t have to wonder if I did enough.”
She’s not praying for rescue.
She’s praying for volume.
For mess.
For contact.
Because that’s how she gets fed.
And because the only thing worse than what she’s become…
…is being ignored.
💀 Mirrored from the CISE Shadow File Repository
🛑 Unauthorized reproduction punishable by spiritual rot
🜏 All waste is sacred. All mouths serve.
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