Consumed by the Abyss

The mother's eyes welled up with tears as she stood frozen, her gaze fixed on her daughter's twisted form. She had never felt such a deep sense of despair and hopelessness. She had always thought of herself as a strong person, capable of handling anything life threw her way, but this...this was something else. The curse, or whatever it was, seemed to be spreading, infecting her daughter and drawing her down into the depths of madness. As she watched, her daughter's eating became more frenzied, her face smeared with feces. The mother's vision began to blur as tears streamed down her face. She felt a sob rising up in her chest, and she opened her mouth to let it out. But as she did, something strange happened. Her eyes widened, and a look of madness crept into her face. With a sudden, jerky motion, she reached down and yanked up her dress, exposing her underwear. Her daughter was still eating, oblivious to her mother's actions. The mother's eyes locked onto the toilet, and with a cry of despair, she began to stuff feces into her vagina, ramming it in with a mad, frantic energy. She didn't seem to care that it was filthy, or that it was hurting her. All she knew was that she had to do it, had to surrender to the abyss that was consuming her. As she worked, her mouth opened and closed, gasping for air. She was aware of her daughter, still eating on the floor, but she didn't care. She was beyond caring. She was beyond sanity. The mother's hands moved with a frenzied energy, stuffing feces into every orifice and hole she could find. She was no longer human, no longer a mother or a wife. She was a vessel, a container for the darkness that had taken over her family. Just as she was finishing, the sound of the front door opening echoed through the house. The mother's head jerked up, her eyes locking onto the bathroom door. Her daughter looked up, too, and the two of them froze, their faces smeared with feces. The husband walked into the bathroom, a smile spreading across his face. He took in the scene before him, and his eyes lit up with satisfaction. His wife was on her knees, her dress hiked up around her waist, her vagina stuffed with feces. His daughter was sitting on the floor, her face smeared with shit. "Welcome home," he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "I see you've been busy." The mother and daughter looked at him, their eyes vacant, their faces twisted into grotesque grins. They were no longer human, no longer capable of rational thought. They were consumed by the abyss, and they were happy. The husband's smile grew wider, and he nodded in satisfaction. Everything had gone according to plan. The curse had taken hold, and his family was now a part of it. He was no longer alone, and he knew that nothing would ever be the same again.