butchering a smarty with slivers
edit: … man. that red gel ink was a mistake.
edit 2: filled in the colors and darkened the lines some, so it’s not nearly so unpleasant to look at
sometimes a fluffy’s incredible resistance to shock and blood loss isn’t such a boon.
it has been a day since gulliver had been captured, pinned in place with slivers, and butchered alive with the same, the only thing keeping the smarty alive is his instinctual drive to escape.
unlike the cruel kicks and thrown garbage from humans chasing him away, where the pain was a sudden one-time thing, suffering gulliver is made to feel each fiber of his muscles sawn away with tiny knives and each nerve ending deadening as it’s pared away.
not wanting to suffer the same fate, the herd stays away… reaolving to never eat sweet grassy nummies from that field again… until they get hungry again and forget.
because the lilluputians are so small, they must keep the smarty’s vital organs intact as long as possible as they slowly work. inside the disembowled belly, the heart thumps away, meaty and tantilizing…
