The Curse of the Cum Slut

The dim fluorescent lights flicker on in the storage room of the library, rows of dusty books line the walls and stretched so far back one would have trouble to see the back wall. Standing at the door is Selena, a mousy girl in her first semester of college who picked up an open position as a librarians assistant. It didn’t pay much but she didn’t mind, she just needed gas money and cash for the occasional stop at McDonalds.

Selena brushed a lock of her long brown hair out of her way, wishing she had brought a hair tie. She pulled her hair back and tucked it into the collar of her shirt, the shy girl was more comfortable in a turtleneck even in the stuffy basement. Her boss had tasked her with tidying up the storage room, a tall order given the current state of it but she didn’t mind. If there was one thing Selena liked, it was to be left alone with a good book and she had hundreds if not thousands at her disposal.

Stepping around a stack of books, a common obstacle sporadically cluttering the already narrow aisles, Selena worked her way to the back of the room. She had begun the process of organizing earlier this week, having only finished what she guessed was 1 quarter of the room. Thankfully her boss was understanding and already told her it could take weeks to finish, which she didn’t mind. As far as Selena was concerned she was being paid to avoid social interaction which was a blessing.

She picked up a stack of books on the edge of the zone she had cleaned and carried them to a small table. Here she would organize them by the numerical code on the back and enter it into the libraries system, helping to catalog the books. The books pressed against her breasts, two tiny lumps that barely grew passed a B cup. Most girls voiced displeasure about small boobs but to Selena, it was a perfectly drab appearance that prevented men from approaching her. Well, that and her shy demeanor paired with her lack of interest in anything besides her studies.

The books slammed heavily on the wooden table, echoing loudly through the room. Selena slide the top book off the stack and flipped it on its side, looking down her nose through her thick glasses as she read the code on the books spine and punched it into the laptop. There was no wifi down here but the system would refresh when she brought the laptop upstairs and would upload the data later.

Book after book was processed as the hours dragged on, Selena would have no clue what time it was down here if it wasn’t for her phone. She slid a thin book off the top of the stack, yet another copy of The Counte of Monte Cristo and grabbed the next book, flipping it on its side and frowning when she didn’t see a numerical code. Looking back at the cover, she saw that there was no discernable title on the leather bound book. No title or author for that matter.

Selena flipped the front cover over, feeling excitement well up inside her as she realized she may have found a rare edition of some book that could be decades old, lost in the shuffle of the millions of books that filled the library.

Her excitement waned as fast as it built up when she scanned the first page. She flipped through several more pages to confirm her suspicion, the whole book was in some foreign language, hand written at that and in a script she did not recognize. Not that she was fluent in many languages, but her studies had exposed her to a number of languages and she could identify them if she saw it.

She fishes out her phone and tries to use the translator app to decipher the pages but to her surprise, the software could not identify the language. Selena tucked her phone back into her pocket and flipped through a few more pages, as she went the language seemed to change until she eventually could discern a phonetic language that resembled english.

Now she allowed herself to be excited, eagerly flipping through the pages of neatly written script. Selena stopped when she noticed a line in the book that was written in a darker font, as if bolded. It was clear that it was important and Selena was frustrated she couldn’t read it. Her finger ran across the thick page as she traced the words, feeling the age in the brittle paper.

Her voice broke the stale silence in the air as she muttered the words, or at least her close approximation to the words according to her best guess.

famem ducit ad incrementum

A feeling of static electricity seemed to build in the air, causing the hair on the back of her neck to stand up. Selena looked around herself, her heartbeat growing rapidly as the lights around her began to grow brighter, she cried out but no one could hear as her vision grew white and she lost consciousness.