Bodyy Balm - Part Three

After no small amount of thought, the morning soon turning to afternoon as I fumble and fiddle with the canister in my hands, I finally make a decision. I swallow hard, pushing the box of spare Bodyy Balm under my sofa as I race out the front door and downstairs to set a trap for Emily, the bitchy gym bunny.

As I rush down the stairs I think back to the times she had made life hell for those of us around the building, the stolen packages, the dumped and stolen laundry, and the changing clothes in public places with constant threats to go to her grandmother if we didn't apologize to her over it all. Always with that smirk on those cock sucking lips and a sneer on her delicate and innocent-looking face.

I could understand how her grandmother bent to her every whim, looking so sweet otherwise it would not take much for her to manipulate people especially someone as doting as a grandmother eager to see her grandchildren.

"She's in need of an attitude adjustment" I justify to myself, panting and sweating more profusely as I rush through the humid and warm stairwell. 'My attitude specifically" I think with a low chuckle escaping my lips.

Bodyy Balm - Part Two

I continue around the room for a bit, my eyes darting between the box, the balm in my hand, and the apartment at large. With a deep breath I finally make my decision, I'll make someone a suit, stealing their life permanently.

My gaze flits through my apartment, the degrees hanging in the wall and the books in the shelves all of which I had spent tens to hundreds of thousands of dollars to amass. For what? To be fired out the gate and to struggle to find anything worth my time and education afterward? To live in an overheating little shoe box of an apartment, to be cooked inside my own skin?

With each passing thought my drive to follow through with the sick plan grows. It'd just take a single canister of Bodyy Balm, dumping it into an unattended load of washing and then BAM. They didn't even need to know I did it, I could just be helping them live a normal life afterwards, a real good Samaritan filled with self-sacrifice.

Bodyy Balm - Part One

Most people though only knew the stories, having never gotten aboard the hype train or being able to find the scant few supplies before they left the shelves. However, beyond the illicit market some boxes of the stuff keep turning up. From old warehouses shipping the wrong stock they missed to garage sales including old half-used ointments.

It was from one of these that I found myself embroiled in the terrible and awe-inspiring substance. With me finding a crate of Bodyy Balm.

Bodyy Balm - Prologue

Few companies had seen such a relatively rise combined with such a dramatic fall as that of Body Balm. The cosmetic start up that had so hastily released its first, and only, product that they had failed to perform any sort of long=term testing. The aftermath led to a pull of the product from shelves, the stuff being deemed as too dangerous if it were to fall into the wrong hands.