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19:12 M1 - "Do you remember that sigonian hound I bought?"
"The 60 Tanba one."
19:41 M2 - "Sorry, was busy. Yeah, I remember."
"What about it?"
19:46 M1 - "It came back after those 2 days, alive."
"Then it tried to kill me."
"Big mistake."
19:47 M2 - "Hahaha, what'd you do?"
19:49 M1 - "Well, it hasn't eaten in about 4 days."
"Got pretty docile."
"I gave it another brand, different kind, not a commodity code."
19:53 M2 - "?"
"What do you mean?"
19:55 M1 - "I saw a lot of people walk by and oggle it..."
"Personally not into that, but I gave it -that- branding."
19:57 M2 - "Shiiit, really?"
"And you're telling me now?"
19:59 M1 - "Yeahhh, sorry."
"Give me a second, bro."
20:00 M2 - "Don't sweat it."
20:05 M1 - "Take a look at this."
___Image___ (Aventurine POV)
He sat there, entirely naked. The air was cold. He lost his graciously large cell after his stupid attempt at his 'owners' life. He got a beating that left his legs bloody and with black bruises. His left ankle was left twisted, yet they made him walk. Every time he fell, they stepped on his legs. It took him what felt like an eternity to get to a cage. It was tiny, placed in a dark room. Barely big enough for him to sit in, with his knees to his chest. Two men tossed him inside, head colliding with one of the metal bars. He screamed, cried, pleaded. At first, he assumed his death was imminent. But it was worse. So. Much. Worse. They stuffed him inside, shoving the door of the cage closed and quickly sealing it with a deadbolt and lock. His legs were in agony. Only his ankle had become numb. He felt like a caged animal, rattling at the bars and yelling until his throat was too sore to continue. After hours, or maybe minutes, maybe days - the door to the pitch-black room opened. He saw the outline of a man, who he could only assume was his 'owner'. No words were spoken. He slowly walked closer. The terror was so intense that he felt his stomach churn, even though nothing was inside it anymore. In fact, they'd left him to sit in his own feces and urine. His expectations of more pain were not met; instead, there was a click, then a flash. A photograph? Of him? Briefly, just briefly, he saw the state of his body. Battered, bruised, stained in dirt and... other things. The skin on his ankle was almost black. "Why?" He croaked. The man didn't respond and simply turned back around, leaving him to plead pathetically to be let out, whispering useless apologies.
20:10 M2 - "Hot damn. My pants are gonna burst open at this point."
"Is its ankle gonna fall off? lol."
20:12 M1 - "No. It'll heal on its own."
20:13 M2 - "If you say so. Aren't you gonna clean the shit?"
"It has to smell bad..."
20:13 M1 - "I got someone to do it."
20:13 M2 - "When was that pic taken?"
20:14 M1 - "Like two days ago?"
20:16 M2 - "Man, I just wanna fuck its face. Look at that..."
20:17 M1 - "No-one's done it. It might bite still."
"But I don't think that resistance is gonna last much longer."
20:17 M2 - "How far has it gone?"
20:18 M1 - "I mean, most of the guys who see it just get a kick out of watching it sit there like the scared animal it is."
"You know. It -has- gotten fed, now that I think about it."
"If swallowing and licking cum off of cage bars counts."
20:18 M2 - "Pretty creative."
"You ever get a pic or video of that?"
20:18 M1 - "Yeah, video. It looked so retarded, it was almost cute."
"That fighting spirit, that light in its eyes is gone by now. Makes it a bit boring."
"So I was thinking... give it false hope for just a bit."
20:20 M2 - "Wow, you're so cruel~"
"Just kidding. I'd do that too."
"Also, don't keep me on the edge of my seat. Send that vid, man."
20:21 M1 - "Knew it was a good idea."
"And keep it in your pants, dude. Here."
___Video___ (Aventurine POV)
The room was still completely dark. But now, it was because of a blindfold, not a lack of light. He wasn't alone anymore. He hasn't been in a long time. From what he can tell, it's only been men. Going in and out, ignoring all of his words. He hasn't eaten in so long. It's driving him insane. At least he wasn't sitting in his own filth anymore. He was surrounded by people and not one wanted to help him. In fact, they actually seemed to find sick pleasure in watching him. Someone rattled the cage, startling him, causing him to tense up. "Hey, kid. Want something to eat?" A ray of hope. That sounded like the voice of an angel. He nodded emphatically, trying to move forward. "Please.." He begged quietly. His ankle had regained feeling, making him wince as he moved even slightly. At least that meant it hadn't died off, but he missed the numbness. There was chuckling around him now. He was ripped out of his foggy mind when the voice spoke again. "Alright, open up..." He did so immediately, sticking out his tongue. It didn't matter how humiliated or ashamed he felt. He was so hungry. Hungry. Hungry. Hungry. Always hungry.
It was unbearable. He couldn't sleep. The hunger kept him awake. At times, he debated eating his own flesh, just to soothe his stomach. Aventurine faintly heard a noise, something wet. "Here it comes." The stranger announced. Suddenly, he felt something splatter onto his tongue and face. What landed on his tongue got swallowed immediately. It wasn't a taste he recognized, but that didn't matter. "There's stuff on the poles, don't forget~", that man said. With no restraint left after swallowing something other than his spit for the first time in what felt like ages, he moved forward to the best of his ability. His forehead collided, but he didn't have time to register it. That fluid would run down. He needed to get it in time. Sniffling, he began to lick a specific pole, following the thin line that was now trailing downward. When nothing was left, he felt tears begin to well up in the corners of his eyes, only for them to be absorbed by the blindfold. Despite quiet pleas, the people seemed to have lost interest again, and he was back to being nothing but a decoration.
20:30 M2 - "Lords above, forgive me, hahaha"
"The way it licks the pole my god..."
20:34 M1 - "I know, right? You could say it's a natural talent, lol."
"That was yesterday, by the way."
"I got a party coming up later tonight. It'll be there. Naked, obviously."
20:35 M2 - "I'll be coming, then."
"I'll give it a taste of hell."