"Isaac!"
No. No, he wouldn't – he couldn't –
But he did. The heavy plastic jug lifted and tipped up and the contents poured into his mouth, burning and streaming down his jaw as it spilled to either side, the stench raw and hideous. His eyes were bulging as he swallowed helplessly, throat chewed up by that flow, stomach knotting, then dissolving, the thinnest walls breaking with the onslaught, leaking the deadly fluid into his abdomen, through his organs.
For a second, the pain was too much. She was dying of it. Wanted to die.
Then it vanished.
And rage filled her.