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Jacob took the die in his hand as he tried to mentally suppress the card he had just received. He rolled the cube and got a simple three. He grabbed his pawn and moved it forward landing simply on a blank space.

As he reached for a card his hand shook. He was far more nervous drawing one of those cards this time than he had been the last time. He grabbed the top card and took a breath before reading it.

"Shit ****: You are not only a **** to your desire for shit, but you will obey any orders from any man who gives you shit to eat. Points: 20."

Jacob threw the card down in front of himself. His instinct was to run, he didn't want to desire something as nasty as shit. He needed to get out of this place, he had to get free, he had to...he needed some shit. He tried to fight it in his mind, but the desire was becoming too strong. Shit was great. Shit was like the best thing in the world. How could he not want it. He wanted to eat it, bathe in it, worship it.

A unique smell hit his nostril and he turned to his brother where it seemed to be coming from. It was equal parts rancid and alluring which made the smell all that much more alluring. His mind told him that now that he was a shitpire he could sniff out shit brewing in other dude's ass, and there was currently some brewing in his brother's ass at the moment. He knew it was wrong, but he wanted it. He could feel his fangs aching to go to work.

"Benny, brother, I need your shit, please brother I need to eat from your ass. I need that sweet shit from your delectable hole. Benny please" Jacob continued to grovel and beg his brother who was holding his twin brother back.

Mark grabbed the die and rolled.