Not your standard bathroom

“Now sir, if you’ll come with me.” the stewardess said, yanking me out of my seat and towards the flight attendant’s lounge where, I assume, she’ll radio the cockpit for instructions. But she misses the flight attendants lounge and heads to the restroom, still holding me in tow. I try to escape, but her grip is like iron. “My master must hear about this,” she hisses, in a voice very unlike the one she used in the cabin. “He will not be pleased”

And as the restroom door opens, the view inside isn’t what it should be. Oh, no. It’s something very different. I scream as the sight hits me.

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