Impractically Broken

Chapter 15

Q didn't want to speak. He just slid against the wall and buried his face in his hands. Q's cats nipped at his ankles and licked his face lovely, earning a soft chuckle from the broken man. Sal walked over to Q, sat next to him, and nervously pet one of the cats. The small ball if fur purred and pushed against Sal' hand. He jumped, however, when he felt something cold and slimy wrap around his wrist.

"Brian?" Sal said softly. "What are you doing?"

Mumbling something under his breath, Q allowed his head to dangle off to the side. He appeared both asleep and dead at the same time. Sal felt the obvious tentacle slither up his arm, around his neck, and press against his lips. Unsure of what to do, Sal opened his mouth a bit. The gross appendage slid down his throat and into his stomach. Sal gagged and ultimately regretted his decision. He felt the tentacle split open and drop something thick and heavy into his stomach.

"Hold... still... baby," Q snored. 

Sal felt his throat clench around the organ in his mouth and he slowly started to relax. His eyes slowly fluttered shut as Sal lost all control of his bodily functions. Right before Sal fell into a deep sleep, he noticed Q hold his hands against the wall and lean in close. Black tentacles wrapped around each of Sal's limbs and held him down.

Hours passed before Sal woke up again. He couldn't remember anything that happened last night, except for the fact that Q was covered in blood. Maybe it was all a dream. Maybe it wasn't. All Sal knew was that he was still in Q's bed. He felt sick to his stomach, like if he caught the flu or something. His stomach groaned and churned loudly, emitting a loud bubbling noise. Sal felt something wiggle and move around inside of his body, filling him with worry.

"What happened last night?"
____________________________________Prepare for trouble
And make it double.
Sal's in for the shock of his life
Thank God he has no wife