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The property stood on the edge of a small town; it had been abandoned many years ago due to changes in building safety legislation. The windows were thick with grime and the lawn overgrown. The trees surrounding the house creeping slowly up to neglected powerlines drooping in the heat.
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The constant hot summer evenings had left the walls of the basement warm and damp, the earthy scent of mould pervading from the walls, its growth propelled by the heat and moisture present. The gentle dripping of rust riddled pipes could be heard faintly from within the walls.
Fyodor strolled slowly into the basement, breathing the alluring scent of now out-lawed building materials. He could feel the build-up of a gentle cough forming in his throat as the particles drifting through the air were sucked into his wet oesophagus.
The low heel of his shoe’s clacked gently on the floor as walked to the other side of the room. On the floor is a large section of smashed up tiling, the floor has been carefully but unprofessionally ripped up to reveal the concrete underneath. Smashed tiles strewn carelessly across the surrounding area shifted and cracked under Fyodor’s boots at he stepped across them to reach the gaping cavity in the basement floor.
Fyodor knelt beside the whole in the floor placing his weight onto the shattered floor. His hands shook as he reached down to grab a handful of the crumbled building material. He shovelled the handful of shattered concrete into his mouth. His teeth ground against the concrete and a wet crunching sound could be heard as he chewed. The gritty sensation of concrete crumbling under the pressure of his teeth sent gentle vibrations through his jaw. As he swallowed the now pulverised concrete is slid slowly down his throat, sharp shards of concrete burrowing into the walls of his throat. The burn of it sliding down his oesophagus and the painful tightness of his chest only motivated a second handful to follow the first.
Hands placed on the floor Fyodor panted softy, blood tinted saliva dripped steady from his gums and onto the floor. The burning sensation in his chest easing. He rocked back to sit on his heels, reaching up to wipe his mouth on his sleeve preceding to only to smear blood across his face and sleeve.
Fyodor shuffled further forward until he was kneeling in the hole in the floor. He raked his hands through the crushed material sharp shards catching under his nails.
“ahh~, sweet asbestos my beloved” Fyodor sighed, “I have been craving you all days, my body has been aching without you.”
Fyodor’s appetite for food had been diminishing of the past few months, replaced instead by gentle but constant throbbing in his chest. Only the thought of the heavy weight of the building material settling in his stomach was able to spark anything close to interest.
He gently cupped a handful of asbestos, small particles of dust slipping through his fingers to be carried though the air. The cupped hand were raised to his mouth as he gently poured the crumbly material into his mouth. No chewing occurred this time as Fyodor swallowed the material straight away. The asbestos stuck in his throat like tar and the burning sensation in his chest increased.
He bent over suddenly body convulsing with violent coughs as his body tried to expel the materials caught in its throat. Fyodor clamped his hand over his mouth and nose desperate not to let a single morsel of beloved asbestos to escape the warm clasp of his body. The burning in his chest felt like fire and Fyodor’s stomach had begun to churn, the asbestos no closer to clearing his oesophagus.
Fyodor’s hands were forced away from his mouth as a combination of bile, blood, and concrete force their way out of his throat clearing it out. He fell forward onto his hands and knee spittle dripping from his lips as he desperately pulled air into his lungs in short wet breaths. No matter how much he panted the air just couldn’t satiate his bodies desperate hunger for air.
He retched again as more blood and bile spilled from his lips, spattering on the dusty concrete below him. His frenetic breathing only causing his chest to tighten even further.
His vision began to fuzz at the edges as he panted on his hand and knees black creeping in bit by bit as the air failed to properly reach his lungs. Fyodor’s fist clenched weakly as his vision faded to black.