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The Bottle Baby
The Bottle Baby Part 2
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It’s been a while since you lost your no-noes, but you still feel the pain and the burnie hurties that came afterwards when the munstah scorched the wound hours later.
It hurt so much, it felt like hell.
It was hell. Always has been.
But now, the day came, the day you were going to say your first words to try and end the pain for good.
You just want to go to Skettiland already and ask Sky Daddeh for huggies and wub, two things you want the most now, more than death itself.
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“So, how’s my little Rusty? Huh?” The munstah hoomin came and petted you, just feeling his touch after so much suffering made you almost cry already.
“W-wa.. wan die… pwease…” You said between sobs while tears formed under your eyes. You knew that’s what he wanted to hear, so you did what he wanted… Like always.
“Oh? Finally speaking? Now now, don’t worry, you’ll die just like you want…” But the man grabbed your tail and pulled it up, lifting you off the cold metal. You felt the rope against your neck get tighter as you now struggled to breath properly while upside down.
“However, I changed my mind… I’ll keep you until you’re a colt, THEN I’ll choose what I’ll kill you with. For now, you’ll live…” He dropped you onto the metal. You gasped for air and tried to waddle away, but your back leggies refused to move in fear, so you just trembled in place and chirped as he pet you once again.
You chirped desperatedly like a newborn foal who’s looking for mummah’s miwkies. Like when you lost your first leggie. Like when he made you watch foals being slaughtered in his phone.
“CHEEP CHEEP CHEEP!! MUMMAH! MUMMAH!” You screamed with all your tiny voice’s might, but deep down you knew… Nobody was coming to save you, it was just you and him.
“Jeez, shut up! You’re getting louder than before!” The man shoved your head roughly onto the metal. You smelled booboo wawas coming out of your nose.
“HATECHU! PEEP! HATECHU!” You shut your eyes — not like you could see out of them anyways — and started tapping on the plate desperatedly. The pressure on your neck, it hurts.
“I said…” You heard the munstah take something out of his pocket, and suddenly… “… SHUT UP!”
“SCREEEEEEEEEEEEE!!” You screamed as you felt something being shoved deep into your poopie place, puncturing your insides. Your tapping became more frantic, but the pressure on your neck was finally over, he let you go.
You felt more booboo wawas coming out of you, this time from your poopie place. The object, whatever it was, was making any movement hurt like hell.
“I’ll let you go for now… But I’ll be back later, and you better be a good boy or else I’ll shove more than just one pencil inside of you.” You heard the footsteps fade away slowly, and tried to remove the pencil from inside just by using pressure.
However, it obviously didn’t work. It actually made it hurt more.
Your ears were ringing, your heart racing, and soon you felt your consciousness leave you.
You once again fainted in pain. Like most of the time.
The munstah broke the deal with you, he said you would die once you spoke.
But now that you spoke, he changed his mind? He really wanted you to suffer so bad?
Why did he want you to suffer in the first place?
You really wish you knew…
You really did…
Your tummeh hurts, you miss miwkies.
Your heart hurts, you miss mummah and your siblings.
You even miss the dummeh poopie sibling of yours.
Your body hurts.
Everything hurts.
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To be continued…