You look down on the floor where you dropped the filthy razor, lying right next to it is the scuzzy yellow toothbrush and a rusty, dirty toenail trimmer. You scratch your lice filled beard, figuring that your trapped anyway might as well keep going.
You grab the clippers and the toothbrush, feeling another shock, just as painful as the last. You watch your finger tips grow filthy, yellow, dirt and greese covered nails, you wiggle your toes and feel your matching toenails rub against your socks. You look toward the mirror and bare your teeth, you're filthy scuzzy teeth, some pratically rotting out of your mouth. You breathe out and smell your breath, reeking of old food.
Still though you feel aroused. You shouldn't enjoy this, but something about the filth is making you happy. As you further descend into the curse