My Whims and Whimsy

*drip*

*drip*

Droplets of saliva gently dripped down onto her chest. As she felt them land she became increasingly aware of her slack-jawed expression and tried to close her mouth. It was no use. Her chin just wouldn’t move, more and more drool escaping past her parted lips as she stared at the man with evident confusion.

He simply smiled as she realised there was more truth in his claims than she had initially thought. Already she could feel it, her brain withering away. All that grey matter turning to mush and dribbling out of her through her gaping mouth.

She quickly clapped her hand over her mouth in an attempt to cease the flow of saliva cascading down, splattering her chest as it landed. For a brief moment she thought it had worked, thought she could yet save her intellect from simply leaking out of her. This was premature though as soon drool was even slipping past her hand, flowing through the gaps between her fingers as her thoughts grew hazy.

Her arm grew numb and soon fell down to her side as her concentration failed her and she stared forwards, still dribbling, unable to pull herself together. Ideas were fleeting as important facts slipped out. Lost in the stream were so many memories and hopes and dreams. The man who gave her the potion began removing her top, Victoria accepting it as if confronting him didn’t come to mind….because it didn’t. She was helpless and pliable as her mind relentlessly seeped out and little was left of Victoria. He admired the way her spit was coating her firm, round breasts as he undressed her.