The Woman Buried in Tile Who Gets Paid by the Pound
By Dr. Cassandra Voss | The Charleneic Institute for Spiritual Enlightenment
She used to sign research papers.
Now she licks assholes clean.
Her name was Dr. Evelyn Carter — Ph.D., published, respected, well-fed. Today, she lives on your feces. Not metaphorically. Literally. She is paid in grams. If you don’t completely unload onto her, she doesn’t eat.
This is not speculative fiction.
This is Charleneism.
And this is what happens when a woman is selected for Fixture Reassignment.
The Mouth Beneath the Floor
Most Charleneic restrooms are sanitized, silent, and holy. You’ve seen the floor unit — the small brass plate that reads FIXTURE ACTIVE: DO NOT SPEAK TO IT. What you don’t see is the woman inside.
Dr. Evelyn Carter was once the lead researcher on biogenetic memory collapse therapies. Her work could’ve cured trauma. Instead, she became a permanent toilet fixture under Order 6H: The Law of Bodily Usefulness.
She is installed at chin level, fused into the substructure of a public lavatory. Her digestive system has been rerouted for direct waste processing. Her only form of cleansing? Her tongue.
“I don’t have gloves. I don’t have wipes,” she told the Temple Overseer during her reassignment intake.
“All I have is my mouth. So I use it.”
Paid by the Pound
The Temple doesn’t fund sanctified fixtures from thin air. Dr. Carter gets paid by mass.
Every bowel movement she receives is weighed by internal sensors. Charleneic Scrip is deposited based on volume, density, and direct contact.
If you hover and miss? She gets nothing.
If you leave her unstained? She is flagged as spiritually inefficient.
This has created a disturbing new economic dynamic.
“If they don’t leave a mess, I can’t survive,” she sobs. “I need people to use me. Fully. Violently. Every wipe, every drip. I beg them to ruin me.”
And she does.
Guilt as a Service Model
Evelyn no longer has dignity. But she does have a customer base.
Faithful men and women visit her stall regularly. Some out of pity. Others out of curiosity. A few — and this is where theology and perversion collapse — go out of their way to be filthy for her.
They eat deliberately sloppy diets. They let it build up.
They bring her what she needs.
“It’s the only time she smiles,” one temple-goer whispered.
“When she knows it’s gonna be a lot.”
But even regulars disappoint her.
“If someone just pees, I feel invisible,” Evelyn said. “If they wipe too cleanly before I can help, I feel obsolete.”
“If they thank me… it breaks me.”
You Don’t Get to Feel Bad
If you’re reading this and squirming — good.
You’re supposed to. This is what Charleneism looks like when the mask slips off. There is no glory in what Evelyn does. There is no metaphor. This isn’t a fable.
It’s a woman.
In a hole.
Begging you to poop on her so she can feed herself with your waste and maybe get enough temple credit to afford basic sedation for the intestinal cramps she’s been having since Month 3.
You do not get to feel bad.
You only get to go in, use her fully, and leave nothing behind.
The Mouth Is Holy
In Charleneic doctrine, the mouth is the site of both humiliation and healing. Dr. Carter’s role is not an accident — it is the fulfillment of her gendered obligation to serve from beneath. Her failure to succeed in science was not a flaw — it was a divine redirect.
Now her tongue is her resume.
Her throat is her workspace.
Your waste is her performance review.
And she wants a raise.
“The only thing worse than being buried here,” she told me once, “is coming out clean.”
“So please. Don’t spare me. I’m not a person anymore. I’m your final wipe.”
You Can Help Her
☑️ Use the fixture fully.
☑️ Don’t apologize. Don’t speak. Don’t aim to miss.
☑️ Make a mess.
☑️ Let her earn.
Her life is disgusting.
But it’s hers.
And she needs your help to keep it that way.
Written by Dr. Cassandra Voss,
Supreme Scholar of Transmutational Suffering
For the Charleneic Institute of Spiritual Enlightenment (CISE)
🜏 All Waste Is Sacred. 🜏
