H8_Roger

Level 1.7 (Part 1)

POV Switch: s son flowa ev eva vans id dunk

Smoke. He woke up to the smell of smoke. Something was burning. Meat. His eyes flickered open, before closing, and fluttering open again. He was beyond groggy. Everything hurt. His vision was blurry. He tried to stand up but was far too dizzy...and sore. He rolled over to his side, wincing.

Ow.

It was like someone had shoved a jackhammer up his rectum. It stung...his stomach groaned. He had to puke. He could taste it. And feel it in his hair. His breasts felt like there had been fishhooks hooked into them by the nipples and stretching them for hours while he slept. His manhood stung too, like he'd been self-pleasuring chronically. It made an uncomfortable bulge in his tight pants. He put his hand under his hoodie to rub his achey waist and had to pull his hand back due to the pain. Definitely bruised. Like someone had written an essay on his waist that stretched down to his hips...with their nails.

He opened his mouth but the vomit remained in his throat. He tried to move a finger into his mouth to help it out but he only managed to scrape his hand against the ground. He made a whining noise as bitter tears started flowing into his mouth. Everything hurt. And his clothes were soggy for some reason...The wet shoes he had on squeaked when he tried to kick them off. They were too tight and giving his feet blisters. Where did he even get these? His memory was non-existent. His mind was full of fog. Where was he? What was he doing? And the big question-just who had raped him?

"Wakey, wakey, eggs and bakey, Sunshine, heh. That is your name, right?" A scarily deep voice cackled as what must've been a steel-toe boot roughly nudged his stomach. That was the push he needed. Sunflower answered his question by puking his guts out. He hoped he got some on that steel-toe boot.

"Ooh-we! We've got ourselvesuh live one here, purr-sons! A feeeisty one." Sunflower groaned. The weird slur in addition to the shouting was not helping the massive migraine he was struggling through.

He felt like he had to puke again when that same boot pushed his hip to get him to lay on his stomach. When it touched the bruises he gritted his teeth and hissed as he attempted to scream and fight but instead whined and went limp, his throat and body burning in pain. He felt like he could die right there. So pathetic. What a weak ending. He could hear Evening Star's cries already, followed by his brothers' laughter.

But then he was moving-or being moved, rather. Cold metal hands grabbed his legs and pulled him away, he felt his elbow warm up briefly as it dipped into the vomit pool as he was being dragged. He was put against a wall and thankfully left alone.

"Hot dogu?"

Until something hot and thick was pressed against the side of his mouth. It burned. The spicy smell was overwhelming. He couldn't eat right now. He was too sick, too hurt, too pissed, and too tired.

"You wanna weeeiner? You look like a weiner purr-son-like you like weeeiners." The sizzling meat bounced off his lips a few times, leaving its heated oils and traces of its burnt skin on his lips. Sunflower slowly turned his head away to show he didn't want the weiner. He avoided the temptation to lick the traces of it on his mouth, the spice stinging his lips.

"Heeey, don't knoock it till you try it. In truth, it's a sausage thooough, heh." The monstrous man chuckled before thankfully pulling the sausage away and subjugating Sunflower to the torture that was hearing him all too audibly munch on it. It was chewy, to say the least.

Another burning smell was in there however, and when Sunflower's vision returned he was met with another sickening sight. Too bad there was nothing left in his stomach to puke out. His dad had once mistakenly taken him to a slaughterhouse when he was younger after going on a bender and driving there by accident instead of the restaurant they had booked for his birthday. And later came back the next day when his dad had another one of his 'business deals'. The bodyguard his dad had left to babysit him in the car said something that stuck with him since: