After being discovered with his purplish “fwen”, Creamsicle was almost immediately beaten, chained, and hung by his hooves. Only a few days later, necrosis has swept across his badly beaten and bloodied flesh.
He struggles to breathe, lungs compressed and snout torn from his face.
He does not have long.
But each moment will be agonizing, endless pain.
All is as it should be.
