**Chapter 10: Liquid Expulsion**

As I lay there, a component of Halsin's waste, I felt a sudden, stinging sensation. The warm liquid that had been building up in Halsin's bladder was about to be released, and I was directly in its path. "Halsin's urine, it's coming," I thought, bracing myself for impact. The liquid burst forth from Halsin's body, a stream of hot, yellow fluid that engulfed me. I felt myself being washed away, carried along by the flow of urine as it splashed and spilled onto the ground. The sensation was intense, a burning, stinging feeling that seemed to sear my very essence. I was being dissolved, broken down by the liquid expulsion, my molecular structure torn apart by the corrosive properties of Halsin's urine. As I was washed away, I caught a glimpse of Halsin's face, his eyes closed in pleasure, a look of satisfaction on his features. He had just relieved himself, and I was the unfortunate recipient of his liquid waste. The flow of urine began to slow, and I felt myself settling to the ground, a tiny, insignificant speck, surrounded by the remnants of Halsin's bodily functions. I was a part of his waste, a component of his excrement, and now I was nothing more than a small, forgotten thing, lost in a sea of liquid. As I lay there, I began to feel a sense of disconnection, a sense of separation from the world around me. I was no longer a part of Halsin's body, no longer a component of his being. I was alone, a tiny, insignificant speck, adrift in a vast and uncaring universe. But even as I felt this sense of disconnection, I knew that I was still connected to Halsin, still a part of his biology, still a component of his waste. I was a part of him, and he was a part of me, bound together by the ties of flesh and blood, of urine and feces. As I lay there, I began to feel a sense of acceptance, a sense of resignation. I was a part of Halsin's waste, and I would remain that way, a small, forgotten thing, lost in the vast and uncaring world.