The Stinky Life I've Accepted

Chapter 18: The Damage Done

Ryker

I sigh, burrowing myself deeper into the earth. This fenced area is the real deal, except for the ground the fence stands on. 

Cement. Tough, old, strong. 

It goes as far as I could dig with the silky gloves, but the ground inside it the area is real dirt. I just can't dig a tunnel under the fence. 

Smart. 

I sigh, enjoying the feel of fresh dirt on my face and around my body. I've been out here all day, and the sun has started to set. I've made many burrows, all interconnected. They're probably watching my work carefully, and know exactly what I'm up to, but I don't care. 

It's been so long since I've been able to make a real life burrow in actual dirt, and be under a wide, non-polluted sky. 

I curl up in the current burrow I'm in, annoyed at the unfamiliar largeness and bulkiness of my human body. 

But as quickly as I got comfortable, my body goes into full alert at the sound of a soft beep, and the clinking of a fence door opening. 

I poke my head out, and curl my lip at the sight of about 6 -7 men entering the area. 

No. The sun hasn't fully gone down yet. Just let me be. 

I watch as each man moves to stand in front of one of my burrows, and hunker down as one makes his way to the burrow I'm currently in. 

"Come on, kid. We just want to feed you, and then we'll let you be. That's it." Ophet says as he continues to approach me.

All these people just to feed me?! No chance in hell that's the truth. 

I hiss warningly as he crouches down, staring straight into my eyes not unkindly. "Easy, sweetheart." He says with a smile, pulling something out of a pocket. A large tube full of clear liquid, with an interesting syringe at the end. 

"Just let me administer this to you, and we'll be on our way." I growl, eyeing the large tube, wondering why they aren't trying to just hand me a plate of food like normal. 

I withdraw deeper into the tunnel, planing to just hide in the tunnels until they give up. 

"Sweetie, please. You so desperately need the nutrients." He begs, and I hesitate. Do they really care that much about me? No of course not. 

I shake my head in refusal, remembering all that they have forced of me. I hiss again, and he sighs. 

I am NO ONE'S SWEETIE OR SWEETHEART!!!!

"Do it." He mumbles to his friends, and before I can think about what the hell that means, the dirt above me starts to break apart, and I gasp, backing up even more, desperately trying to travel through the tunnels.