The character in this story is the titular abuser
in Conversation with a abuser. Part 1 by Poopieplace You don’t really have to read that one first but this does contain a few references.
I known it’s quite long but I couldn’t find a cut off point to break it into two parts without disrupting the flow.
“Wewe am nice mista taking fwuffy?”, the little purple earthie asked David, as she nestled further into his arms.
“We’re going to visit my house”, smiled David, looking down at the fluffy with a benevolent smile.
The earthie was a skinny looking little thing, as one might expect from a feral. Her fur, dirty though it may have been, was a striking purple and her dark blue mane was thick, if slightly matted. With a bit of tender loving care, she might have even have been beautiful.
David had found her in the park round the corner from his house. She had greeted him cheerfully enough, not showing the reservation that some ferals might have. Clearly her experiences with humans had been positive prior to now. That was about to change.
He had coaxed her into his arms easily enough (“Yay upsies!”) and was now nearly home with her.
“Nice mista take fwuffy tu housie? Be nuw dadda?”, gasped the fluffy, with the same excitement one might expect of a small child on Christmas day.
David felt a stirring in his stomach, a pang of anticipation, like butterflies.
“Not exactly, little one. But you can call me dadda if you like”
“Otay dadda”, The fluffy replied, unsure whether to be happy or sad at this. A dadda who wasn’t a dadda?! How strange hoomins could be. Still though, the warmth of his arms was comforting, as was the soft tone of his voice.
“And I suppose we’d better give you a name. Can’t just call you fluffy after all, can we?”
The fluffy gave another gasp. A new namsie? This was turning into the bestest day eba!
“I’m going to call you Blackberry. That’s a nice name, isn’t it?” It wasn’t particularly original but that hardly mattered, given what David had planned for her.
“Yay! Bwackbewwe wub new namsie! Wub dadda!”
The sense of anticipation continued to grow. They had reach David’s house by this point and David carried Blackberry in, holding her gently but firmly, as though she were a small child.
David was thinking about the fear. That beautiful, delicious fear which he planned to induce slowly, until it reached a crescendo.
It had been several months since David has killed his first fluffy, literally scaring it to death.
He had planned to leave it as a one off. Not because he felt guilty. Far from it.
But cleaning up afterwards hadn’t been fun and he was slightly worried about what the neighbours might think.
His house was detached, so noise wasn’t too much of an issue. But the road David lived on had its share of curtain twitchers and he knew that a few of them liked to gossip.
But he hadn’t been able to get it out of his head. The mask of terror on its tiny face, the expression remining in its eyes, long after the life had faded from them.
And the scream. My God, the scream. And that was the thing he couldn’t stop thinking about.
He’d sat with the feeling for a while, unsure of what to do with it.
He’d seen the odd feral herd every now and then. Once or twice, he’d ran at them, waving his arms and screeching. Not when other people were around obviously. He didn’t want them thinking he was some sort of weirdo.
And of course, the fluffies would screeee and run away, leaving a trail of shit behind them.
But it wasn’t the same. Admittedly, it was funny, in a juvenile sort of way. But it didn’t recreate that feeling. Or the taste. Oh, that taste.
David couldn’t really explain the taste. If that was even the right word. But it would have to do. He certainly couldn’t understand or even describe it. All he knew was that the fluffy’s fear had left a taste in David’s mouth. He wanted to taste it again.
He’d been nursing this new plan for a while now. It still wasn’t fully formed but it was close enough. And besides, David was hungry.
David walked through the hall, past the shoe cupboard, which still smelt faintly of fluffy shit. David made a mental note to buy some more air freshener before his girlfriend next stayed over.
He knew full well that Helen watched abuse videos, but he wasn’t sure how she’d feel about David’s leap from thought to deed. He’d keep this to himself for now.
As they walked up the stairs, Blackberry cooed in appreciation.
“Ohhhh, daddah hab da bestie housie eba”!
David smiled at Blackberry. They had reached the top the stairs now and turned right, into the bathroom.
David’s bathroom wasn’t huge but it was big enough to squeeze a chair next to the bath. His plan relied on him staying still and calm, which would be easier if he was sat down.
He placed Blackberry in the bath and was pleased to see that he had judged her height correctly - she was small enough that even if she stood on her hind legs, her head wouldn’t reach over the top the bath. David screwed the stopper into the drain and sat down.
For reasons that he didn’t fully understand, keeping an appearance of calm neutrality felt important to him.
“Wai dadda put Bwackbewwie in boxie?”, she asked. Her voice was uncertain but she didn’t sound scared. Not yet. That was good. David didn’t want this to escalate too quickly. Not like last time.
“This is called a bathtub”, David explained. His voice was calm and matter of fact. “I turn this tap and it will fill with water”.
“Bu’ wawa am bad fo’ fwuffie”, Blackberry said, her tone still uncertain but not yet crossing into the realm fear. The idea that David was fully aware of the hazard that water posed to fluffies genuinely didn’t seem to have crossed her mind. Why would it? Fluffies were for huggies and wub after all.
“Yes”, David replied, in that same matter of fact tone.
He leaned over and turned on the tap. Cold water began to trickle out at a slow pace.
This was deliberate on David’s part. At this rate, the bath would take 20 mintues or so to fill up. Plenty of time for Blackberry to reflect on her situation.
“This bath is going to fill all the way up with water”, David continued. " When it does, you’ll drown. That means you’ll take forever sleepies"
Blackberry gave a little whimper of alarm and skittered over to the other side of the bath. “Bu’ dadda am dadda…nu’ meanie. Dadda nu wan Bwackbewwie tu get hurties and foweba sweepies”, she protested.
“Interesting”, thought David, settling down in the chair. "I’ve given her the equivalent of a terminal diagnosis and she still doesn’t get it. Almost like she’s in denial.
David let the silence hang in the air for a while, being sure to keep his expression neutral.
The only sound on the room was the running of the tap and the skittering of Blackberry’s hooves, which was slowly becoming replaced with a splashing sound as the water levels continued to rise.
“Pwease dadda”, Blackberry burst out after another few minutes. “Bwackbewwe sowwe. Nu unnestan’ wut do wong but nu’ wiww do agen.”
“You have done anything wrong”, David replied calmly. "This isn’t your fault. This is just something that’s happened to you.
“WAI?!?!”, wailed Blackberry, in a tone of increasing desperation. “Wai put Bwackbewwe in scawa wawa boxie? Wai gib Bwackbewwe foreba sweepies?!”
The water was touching her belly now and she’d stopped running about. She stared up at David with fear and confusion in her eyes, which David now noticed were a deep shade of green. She really was a pretty little thing. Her life could have been very different had fate taken her down a different path.
David was starting to see it now. The fear. The reality of her situation appeared to be sinking in now.
“Bwackbewwe nu’ WAN’ foweba sweepies”, Blackberry exclaimed, as if explaining this simple fact might be enough to avert her fate. “Huhuhuhuhu!”
The waterworks. Not as appealing as the screaming, as far as David was concerned. Still, surely a sign that things were progressing in the right direction.
It was taking more and more effort to keep his expression neutral. But it was important.
He needed Blackberry to understand. She wasn’t going to die because the universe was cruel. She was going to die because it was indifferent. Because as far as David was concerned, that was the scariest premise of all. He just hadn’t been conscious of it until this very moment.
“I know you don’t want to die”, said David. “But you’re going to.”
Silence, save for the running water and the gentle but persistent “huuus” emitting from the tub.
Another few minutes passed and the water was almost covering Blackberry’s back.
“Dummah Hoomin!”, Blackberry exclaimed all of a sudden. It was as though someone had flipped a switch
It suprised David enough that he struggled to keep his composure and almost lost it for a a couple of seconds.
It wasn’t that he felt threatened or anything. It was just unexpected. And anger was quite different from fear. That wasn’t what he wanted.
“Fwuffy nu du nuffin tu yu eba! Hat’chu! HAT’CHU! Yu no am dadda anymore!”
Interesting. Blackberry had referred to herself as fluffy. She was so angry that she had rejected her name. And so much for David being her dadda. Oh well, that had only been to keep her calm at the beginning.
David thought very carefully about his reply. On some level he knew that his reaction would make or break the fluffy’s spirit.
“OK”, he eventually replied. Nothing else. No explanation. No insults. Just the pure indifference of the universe, reflected through the impassive expression on David’s face.
As he suspected, this final act of apathy for the fluffy’s plight was strong enough to destroy whatever spark of defiance remained.
She hung her head listlessly and gave a fresh load of soft “hus” as the water slowly lapped up to her muzzle.
She stood on her hind legs in a vain attempt to reach the ledge of the bath. It was to no avail. She flopped back down on all fours with a splash, a look of glum resignation on her face.
As the water rose over her muzzle, the moment David had waited for finally arrived.
Panic set in, as the transition between existance and non existance began. David involuntarily leaned forward in anticipation.
“Screeeeeeeee! Nu wan’, nu wan!” The rest of the fluffy’s screams were drowned out by watery gurgles.
The water frothed as the fluffy struggled vainly. Bubbles floated to the surface as she instinctually attempted to breath. Piss and shit mingled in the water as fear overcome her bodily functions.
David waited for a few moments more before pulling her limp, soggy corpse to the surface.
He gently lifted her face so it was level with his. Finally, there it was. The look in her eyes.
It was only fleeting but as the last spark of life faded from the fluffy’s eyes, David saw it. The same look as the pegasus from all those weeks ago. Fear in its purest form.
David remained very still. He didn’t want to move. He didn’t dare. Not after all the effort it took to get to this point.
Yes, there it was, dancing on his tongue.
That taste. Indescribable and yet undeniably present.
It lingered for a few moments more and then like the life in the fluffy’s eyes, it was gone.
The water from the bath started to flow onto the floor. David turned off the tap and sat back down on his chair.
And then…there was silence.