Gag. By Mark Gaviglio.

Your moving awkwardly in your chair. Tour stomach screaming. You know your lawyer hears it, but that doesn’t matter. Anyone can hear it if they wish. They won’t know it’s purpose. The true reason your guts are screaming.

You look across the court room to your ex-wife. She’s trying to get of your precious fucking money. She has the house, the cars, and the kids. Now the bloodless cunt wants more.

It’s your money. It’s not her money.

Cunt.

Both of your hands holding your belly. Your guts still screaming. Your face starts to uncontrollably contort. Still squirming and wiggling in your chair. Thinking about your money.

Your wife brought the kids. The kids sitting behind your wife. The kids holding each others hands. The kids as greedy as the wife. The kids are just the lioness’s cubs. The cubs waiting for the pray to fall. Your money spilling out of your guts as the predators feats on it.

It’s your money. It’s not their money.

Your lawyer looks at you as you twist. He asks you’d your okay. Although you stomach has you in pain, you let him know that everything will be fine.

Now your stomach is the only sound you can hear. The judge asks you a question.
You see his mouth move. You feel the sound. You can’t hear the words. Muffled sounds.

You look back at your wife. She catches eyes with you. Her young predator face. So Pretty but so deadly. She will never gets your guts now. You have them.

Your guts are fine. All your hard earned guts. The Predators claws are useless.

You had to drink water to get it all down.

It’s your money. Not her money.

Your lawyer looks at you. Your vision now blurry. He speaks. All you hear is your money. Your money is screaming.

It’s your guts. Not their guts.

You sway back and forth. You don’t answer the judge. The court starts an uproar. People start shaking you. What do they want? Do they want your guts? The judge? Your lawyer? The cunt’s lawyer? The cubs? They all want your guts! Your money still hurting you from the inside.

It took water to swallow it all. It’s all yours. Fucking predators.

Finally you double over. Fall to your knees. Start puking. The court in awe. The uproar gets louder. Louder.

Your guts come out of you. You no longer have your money. Your money comes out of you. On the floor. Your money covered in blood and stomach acid. You tried to keep it for yourself. Now you lost it. The cunt licks her lips at the sight of your regurgitated money. Your guts. You lost it.

It took water to get it all down. Now it’s up.