Tina carefully slipped into the men's room at the seedy club. The dank room was empty. [i]Good[/i], she thought. Quickly she made her way into the last stall and locked it.

She closed the toilet's lid and put her plastic bag on it. Inside the bag was an odd assortment of items that the little mouse girl took out: a towel, a tin with a locked lid with a slot that said "tips", a bolt and spanner, a glass jar with small tan translucent balls, scotch tape, paper and a felt pen.

She took the tin and placed it on a small shelf on the toilet wall. On the shelf was a hole through which she slipped the bolt and then used the spanner to securely attach the tin onto the shelf. She gave it a firm tug and was satisfied.

Then she took the tape and attached the paper onto the wall. She uncapped the pen and started writing.

She looked at the finished sign for a moment and sighed before moving on to the next step which was unrobing.

She was wearing just a simple one piece children's dress. She pulled it off and exposed her little thirteen year old body. She put the dress into the plastic bag.

She then took a piece of toilet paper and laid it on the toilet lid. She reached into the bag and took the glass jar with the balls. Carefully she opened it and took one ball. She placed it onto the toilet paper and then stowed the jar back away in the bag.

She was almost ready. She climbed onto the toilet's lid, and then the tank. She reached for an air vent in the toilet wall. The grille popped off quite easily. She bent down and took the plastic back with her stuff from the toilet. She slipped them into the hole in the wall, then placed the cover back.

She hopped back down onto the floor.

She double checked that she had prepared everything.

It was time. She picked up the ball. It was a small soft thing made out of gelatin. Cloudy translucent and maybe a half an inch wide. She sat on the toilet and rolled it in her fingers. Her heart raced as she looked at it. She swallowed and tried to steady her nerves. She did few deep breaths. 

[i]Don't think about it[/i], she thought.

She placed the ball in front of her lips. [i]Don't think[/i]. She tilted her head back to straighten her throat. She let go and breathed deeply.

The ball dropped down into her gullet.

Her breath turned into a gag as the sphere lodged into her throat. Her chest spasmed as her body tried to eject the obstruction, but no air moved out and no air moved in. She curled and doubled over as she fought her body and her instincts.

But after a few moments the distress eased as her body numbed to the feeling of the lump in her throat. She sat back upright. It was a strange feeling. She was about to die, yet her body was calm for the moment. She took this opportunity to unlock the toilet stall then sat back down.

The calm didn't last very long.

Each passing moment her body needed to breathe more. But no air could move through her blocked throat. She started to feel the distress of choking. She tried to move her chest, but it wouldn't heave. Instead, she mimed the act of breathing deep by moving her shoulders, arcing her back. It didn't help, but it eased the hunger for air a bit.

But soon that wasn't enough. She had to breathe! Just one breath! She twisted and contorted. She squirmed and shook as her whole body tried to push air through the blockage, but it was to no avail. In frustration she pounded the solid wall next to her with her fist. She wanted to shout for help, but she couldn't. She wanted to run out for help, but she wouldn't. Tears ran out of her eyes.

Seconds more passed and she was feeling light headed. She knew she didn't have long anymore. Few more moments and she would die. [i]Please let it be over[/i], she begged of any higher power that would hear her. But of course nothing happened.

Until finally, mercifully, she felt the darkness.

Her little naked body slumped on the toilet, underneath her handwritten sign:

[center]FRESH CORPSE
PLEASE USE FREELY!![/center]



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