The Voice Inside

Ella almost spasmed. That was the first time the whisper in her head had actually said something understandable.

“How is it doing that?” She wondered.

“You wouldn’t understand.”

She swallowed hard. Had it just responded to her?

“Yes, Ella, I did.”

Ella panicked. But for some reason, the only thing that came to mind was “How do you know my name?”

“You called yourself that just a minute ago.”

“Oh.”

“Don’t worry. The juice isn’t poisonous. Well, it kind of is. But it won’t harm or kill you or anything… Well, it’s complicated.”

Finally Ella’s brain found a good question. “Can you explain to me why this feels just wrong somehow?”

For a moment, there was silence in her head. And for that moment, she thought she’d accomplished something. But the voice returned. “As far as I can tell, you love to learn. You love discovery. And you love to work hard to feel like you’ve earned it. This is away from school, away from jobs, this is on your own and so it feels different. But one day you’re gonna have to go to places unknown and learn things that someone before you hasn’t already learned. This is the first time you’ve done it. It took you a while… but you figured me out and it’s a new experience for you. That’s why it feels different. Don’t get me wrong, there’s still plenty more to discover, but you’ve gotten this far. And a pretty girl like you deserves to be rewarded for this accomplishment. The deliciousness right there on your finger. That’s the reward.”

Ella stared at the red gel on her finger. “Nice try with the compliment. But you’re just a voice in my head.”

“You hear me in your head. But I’m the wonder on the floor in front of you. I have my own thoughts and consciousness… and senses.”

Ella looked down at the toy, then back at her finger. “If it doesn’t taste good, you’re a liar and I’m throwing you away.”

“I sense a ‘But…’ is on it’s way…”

“But if it does, then yes. I do deserve it.” It still felt wrong somehow, though Ella didn’t know why, as she lifted her finger to her mouth and licked the red gel from her finger. The sensations were instant. Kinda strawberry? A little raspberry? Kinda smokey… but sharp and invigorating and extremely sweet. Her thoughts immediately drifted to the previous day. To lunch. To Peter… no. To the wetness between her legs.

“There’s more where that came from,” the voice said.

“How?”

“You’re clever. Figure it out.”

She already had. Ella knew she was going to have to stroke the stone penis in order to coax more of the sweetness from its depths.

“You seem to be confused what to call me. I’m not a rock. I’m a stone. So just go with ‘The Stone’ to refer to me.”

Ella had never tasted anything more wonderful than the stone’s sweet gel. But she couldn’t bring herself to reach for the stone. Stroking it was so sexual, so disgusting, so… terrifying.

“You’re scared of me? After that?”

“No… I…”

“Then what’s… your hesitation?”

“It’s just not me. I’m not a girl who cares about sex and sexual stuff… it feels like I’m betraying who I am.”

“Your mouth is watering, and so is another part of your body. So I disagree.”

Finally, Ella reached out and grabbed the stone.