C.E.O Piggy

⇠ A Pig Dressed in Human Skin⇢

The following morning Dakota walked into the room, dropped a bowl in front of me then walked away silently. I stared at the door for a long minute before grabbing the bowl. It was filled with the leftovers from the previous night. Inhaling softly, I started eating. There was no point in fighting against the older male if there was only a slim chance Christopher would find me. Deep down I knew I would still hope the younger male would, but my brain knew the reality of the situation.

For now, I reluctantly had to play the role of a pet. I didn't realize how hungry I was until my fingers scraped against the bottom of the metal bowl. I licked the remaining frosting off my fingers, as well on the edge of my lip. While my stomach growled softly. Putting a hand on my stomach, I let out a soft sigh. I noticed my belly had slimed down slightly, was this another form of punishment? Starve me until I finally gave into Dakota's sick fantasy?

The door opening shook me from my train of thought, Dakota entered the room slowly, arms behind his back. "How's my piggy doing?" He chirped, inching closer.

"I've been kidnapped by a madman, being forced to act as his dog, and being force-fed. How do you think I'm doing?" I snapped.

Dakota pouted, "You shouldn't say such harsh words, they cut deep you know." Dakota said, putting a hand on his chest.

"Didn't know a freak like you bleed." I countered with a short huff.

Dakota chuckled, closing the gap between us, leaning forward, our noses inches apart. "I wasn't going to give this to you now. But since you've been such a sour puss, I got you a present to cheer you up." He grinned.

"You can shove your present where the sun doesn't shine," I growled.

"Don't be like that Blakey, I promise you'll like this one." He whined.

I was silent for a long minute before I let out a sigh, "Fine." I whispered.

Dakota squealed softly, bouncing from foot to foot. "Close your eyes!" He replied. Closing my eyes slowly, I heard Dakota shuffling, as he placed something on my head, as well as my face.

"Okay, okay, open!" He demanded quickly.

As I opened my eyes I was met with my reflection, with a plush pig nose and ears to match. I glanced up at Dakota who had a large grin plastered on his face. We stared at each other silently for a few seconds before I exhaled. "It's great..." I lied trailing off.

Dakota chirped happily, clapping repeatedly, "See! Told you that you'd love it!" He exclaimed.

I bit down on my tongue harshly, as the taste of copper engulfed my mouth. "Thank God Christopher isn't here." I thought, squeezing my eyes shut as my cheeks grew dark. A sudden flash caused me to cringe slightly as Dakota chuckled to himself while pocketing his phone.

"Christopher is going to love this as a card." Dakota taunted putting a hand on his hip. The older male clicked his tongue, crouching down in front of me. "Now, Blakey, are you ready to play your role? Or do I have to keep punishing you?" He asked, tapping a finger on my stomach.

I opened my mouth and then quickly closed it suddenly not trusting my brain to say the right thing. Unfortunately, my stomach answered for me with a loud growl of hunger. Dakota nodded, standing once more, and spun on his heels. "Must be tiring being a fat pig all the time if your stomach does all the talking for you." Dakota teased, inching closer to the door.

The older male nodded once more, before closing the door behind him. Soon the room was filled with a mixture of low growls as well as soft whimpering. Pain radiated from my stomach, I slowly fell to my side, the concrete flooring sent chills through my body. I felt myself starting to drift off, shaking my head. I quickly rubbed my eyes, shifting uncomfortably. A few minutes later a yawn escaped my lips, I swiftly pushed myself up once more. "All you have to do is agree to his demands. Then all the pain will stop." The voice in the back of my head taunted me.