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Animals only kill for two reasons. either she hunts for her next meal, lest she not fumble and be slain by what refuses to submit.

"Oooohhh, Trubshaaaw! " Snatcher trilled, "Time for your daily comeuppance!"

I groaned as he sashayed down the steps to the basement,  kicking aside the chains that connected my ankles to the wall.

Same as yesterday, he stood between me and the table in the corner of the room, intently watching my hand as I reached around him and scooped up some of the unidentifiable sludge he passed off as "food"

His lips parted in preparation,

but I had other things in mind.

Aggressively, I shoved the greul into his gob.

Snatcher choked on the handful, yet managed to swallow after a few precious seconds.

"Aaahhhhggh " he half-sighed, half-growled.

"You can't win forever." I spat.

"Neither will you. " -his retort.

Moving lightning fast, he pinned my arm above my head on the wall.

What did he expect? That I'd give in and use my free hand for this shitty task?

Instead, I pried his lips open with my fingers and stretched them to their limit. He struggled, jerking his head around, trying to push my fingertips out with his tongue. I feigned losing my grip, hoping it would give him a false sense of confidence, and when his tongue was pressed all along my hand, past his teeth, I seized the squirming thing, groping as hard as I could. He drew in a sharp inhale, perhaps in pain, as my hand was thoroughly soaked. Then he retaliated. He bit down. Hard.

"AAARH! " I yelped, trying to yank my hand out of his mouth, a thin trail of my own blood already trickling from the corner of his lips. Finally, I ripped my hand from the vice of his crooked teeth, and held it to my chest, glaring at him. He was panting, and- smiling. The cunt.

" Heheheh, " he licked his horrible lips. "You put up quite a fight. Yet in the end you still end up sacrificing something of yours, in me."

He gripped my hand and spun around, throwing me down on the concrete.

"Now, think about what you have done . I'll see you tomorrow!"

He said that last sentence in a high-pitched, effeminate voice, waving his fingertips and grinning- I hate when he does that. I hate it so much.

He crept out of the room and locked the door behind him. I sat in silence on the floor, tracing the bloody bite marks on the back of my hand, between my wrist and knuckles. I tenderly massaged my fingers as I looked around for something I could bandage them with, but there wasn't anything in here. There's nothing to do. Nothing to do but think, until 6 o'clock rolls around again.

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Sure enough, 6 o'clock, on the dot, right as I heard those Godforsaken bells chime, the door clicked and Snatcher waltzed into the basement again. "Sleep well, mon petit fromage?"

I glared at him, I stood up and started running towards him, aiming to strike across his face. He wasn't a fool. He blocked my attack, grabbing my arm firmly and twisting it backwards. I fell to my knees in a fit of pain, panting.

I could feel him stare down at me, and I wondered if he would let go, but he didn't. He started dragging me by my arm over to the wall again, kicking my chains aside.

I stared up at him again, as he seemed to be reaching up underneath his shirt for something- the waistband of his trousers- haphazardly yanking them down over his protruding gut. Although it put up quite the battle, he had pulled his trousers down to his hips, and sighed pleasurably as his fat jiggling belly was freed. God he was repulsive. Hell, I even feel repulsive just letting him expose himself to me and having to see... that.

Suddenly he lifted me up by my twisted arm against a spot where the wall somehow sloped down as it joined with the floor.

And what happened next, given the choice, if I were to be here or be forced to remember the most gruesome details, of abhorrent sickness and tragedy I have witnessed, I would take the latter in a heartbeat.

Snatcher leaned in, pressing his disgusting beer gut onto me and effectively pinning me to the wall, the heap of flesh constricting and contorting around my body.

Oh, the humanity.

My arm fell to my side as I felt the immense weight of this bastard restrict my diaphragm, and my breathing, with his rumbling stomach. Awful.

"Nowhere left to run, Trubshaw." Snatcher growled.

Stupid, stupid, stupid!

"What makes you think this will make me give in to your bullshit demands?" I yelled, "I'm telling you, I won't! You can stand here and starve, for all I give a fuck!"

"Ah, you make a good point." He admitted.

"Or maybe, here's a thought,

you , can suffocate! "

He pressed his body more aggressively against the wall, his stomach pushing on my ribs, Jesus Christ, I think one just cracked.

"Ohkay!!" I wheezed. "I'll do whatever you want! Just - JJXZZTAAAAH!!! !" I gasped for precious air as he relieved some of the pressure holding me in place.

"There's a good chap. Now, where were we?" Snatcher chuckled, grinning that spiteful grin of his.

Hot, angry tears began dripping from my eyes as I reached around him, and grabbed the unidentifiable food item off the table. I wouldn't look him in the eye, if anything I was crying into his belly while he bent forward and gently ate from my hand. As per usual he made his disgusting chewing noises and that even more repulsive slurping sound as he licked his lips after swallowing.

"Again."

Regretfully, I repeated the action. I held it up with my poor, twisted arm as he greedily slopped it up into his wet mouth and gulped loudly.

"Mmmmnh," he exhaled, "More."

I sobbed.

He gently shifted his weight so my other, not-twisted arm was now freed, and I could now wipe my tears.

" Now, Trubshaw. " He pressed against my ribs again.

I glared at him through wet eyes,

"No, I won't!! "

I started to struggle against his thick body, pushing back his voluptuous belly as much as I could with my arms, and trying to wriggle my way out from the wall. Easier said than done, his gut kept slipping out of my hands and piling onto my gasping body all over again. I paused for a moment, trying to catch my breath.

"Care to keep squirming? I quite enjoyed it." Snatcher admitted.

I'm such an idiot.

As much as I was already struggling to breathe due to sobbing, the added weight of Snatcher's enormous gut made me sound like less of a crying man, and more of a strangled piglet.

I could hardly see the table behind him through my blurry eyes, and I blindly groped around until I ended up with one item in each hand, bringing them up to his smug face.

Focusing on one hand, he wrapped his tongue around my fingers, then his lips followed, he sucked my hand clean and licked the residue. I felt violated in that regard. And he gently hummed to himself as he shoved my left arm away and began to devour the contents of my right hand, ignoring my crying and wheezing.

As he finished, I held up my left hand for him again, and he enveloped it in his mouth, food and all. Soggy saliva seeped off his wet lips and onto my wrist as his writhing tongue bored into the spaces between my fingers, and even traced along the wounds he had made yesterday. When I slid my dampened, empty hand out of his mouth, I already had the right one refilled again. A thin strand of slobber still lingered between my fingers and his mouth, to which he seized my wrist and slurped it up.

As horrible as the sensation was, the oxygen he was depriving me of was getting to my brain, or, rather- it wasn't . I couldn't be bothered to comprehend the atrocities as my sobs got quieter, and my head got lighter.

Quickly, he gobbled up what was in my right hand, then stopped, smirking at me. That fucking cunt.

By some miracle, he relieved just enough pressure for me to come to my senses again, and he let go of my left hand.

No words were spoken and yet I knew exactly what he demanded. Both hands- or else I'd be crushed again.

Weeping, I grabbed two more items again, and presented them to Snatcher.

Being the bastard he was, he shoved them both deep inside his greedy maw, and pried my fingers open with that blasphemous tongue of his, and greedily swallowed the items whole.

His jaws gaped, and I retrieved my drenched hands. At this rate, why wouldn't he just eat me, too? Swallow me whole and alive, I'd feel just as humiliated and hurt as I am now, and hopefully he wouldn't ever have to demand to be fed by me, or anyone else again.

Snatcher's terrible gut began to plump and bulge- a noticeable amount. The fattened mass gargled and sloshed sickeningly, as it encroached upon my throat.

I heard him exhale, watched him clutch the underside of his bloated gut, and belch triumphantly.

He wouldn't look down or even acknowledge the fact I was now actively being strangled. I no longer had the strength to even cry anymore, I gingerly brought my hands up to either side of his rotund belly, and began kneading and rubbing his clammy flesh.

Shame, shame on me! First I feed this fat cunt with my bare hands and now I'm massaging all over his skin! I should have fought back harder, shame on me for letting him do this to me.

My fingertips sank into his fatty stomach and made enough friction that his skin could be dragged along, even more so when, in the heat of my self-deprecating mental rant, I ended up applying harder pressure in wider circles, distorting his shape.

To my horror, and simultaneously, relief, it pleasured Snatcher enough that he sighed, released the tension in his body used to hold my windpipe shut, and belched again. His fat belly growled happily.

I hated every single little inflection of digestion that vibrated through my body, and I shuddered at every single repugnant noise.

"Well, well! You have done enough, as is evident." He patted his bulging stomach.

"I have no more use for you today."

He peeled himself from the wall and I slid down onto the floor, finally catching my breath.

When I did, he had once again left the room, and I had once again begun to weep.

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Goddamn 6 o'clock again. The worst of the worst. Especially on a Monday. It might be a Monday, I haven't been keeping track. Here comes that son of a bitch again.

I flew at him in a fit of rage, holding part of my chain in one hand, and launched it at his head. In a panic, he ducked, and it bashed against his shoulder instead.

" Nnng!!! Godddd , you really don't know when to quit, do you, Trubshaw? " Snatcher snarled, tenderly rubbing his shoulder.

"Allow me to inform you- I advise you to stop struggling immediately." He reached into his back pocket and pulled out a wrench. The same fucking wrench he used to knock me out the other day.

I gasped. "You wouldn't dare.. "

Snatcher chuckled, "I would. "

This couldn't be happening. I wanted to submit, not take the risk, but my temper just boiled over in spite of everything. I lunged at him, grabbing his wrist in both hands . Snatcher sucked his teeth and tried to hit me with the wrench, but I pushed against his arm with all the strength I could muster. Of course, in hindsight that was a poorly planned attack, as he then palmed my face with his free hand and shoved me, knocking me onto the floor again. My breath effectively left my body. I lay motionless until Snatcher's shoe came down directly in front of my face and I had to scramble to get away from his feet.

I most certainly would have had my every maneuver better thought out if I perhaps had some chalk. The lack of being able to plan ahead meant I found myself backed into a corner. Why does this shit keep happening?

For a split second, I noticed a gap between his legs, and I tried darting through it, until he tossed me flat onto my back. I don't even know how he did it, the world was moving so fast for me. So fast I didn't have time to react before the entirety of Snatcher's immense body weight came crashing down on me.

I sputtered, struggling to get a breath.

"Feeling feisty today, are we? " Snatcher crooned. He brought the wrench up to his face and sensually drew his tongue across the long edge of it.

I managed to choke the words out,

"Snatcher, is there not a level you would stoop to in terms of sheer abhorrence?"

My captor touched the tip of the wrench to his chin, as if deep in thought. "Ah! Now there lies the problem between us.

“See, Trubshaw, morals, like hats- for instance- are not a one-size-fits-all. And if I have not made myself clear already, your values are the ones that are all topsy-turvy ." He explained.

"But, to answer your question, I draw the line at killing a man in cold blood."

I sighed, the tension in my body released as I felt cold, but became hot again as I realized-

"Does that not mean you see Boxtrolls as sentient beings deserving of life, SNATCHER? Is a Boxtroll not a man to you, as I am to a cheese guild member?"

Snatcher clapped a hand over my mouth.

"Hush now, Trubshaw. Easy on the temper."

I tried to bite him, to no avail.

"I nearly forgot what I came here for!" He sang, wetting his disgusting lips.

And of course, this fat cunt refuses to get up, so he reaches for the tray on the table behind him and balances it on his own rotund belly, while I am bribed with my life into holding up handfuls of slop above my face so Snatcher can bend down and slurp it up.

I'm certain he's being messy on purpose. If I was anyone but his prisoner, I doubt he would let globs of greul slip out of my hands and splatter onto my face and chest.

"Cunt slob..." I muttered under my breath.

"Criminy, is that a complaint?" Snatcher trilled, "or a compliment? Huaah! "

His fat belly shook as he laughed, jolting the tray enough that one of the bowls tipped over and spilled all over my shirt.

Snatcher giggled, "OH, goodness me!

"We wouldn't want to waste that , now, would we? " He glared.

I glared right back at him while I scraped off a handful of the viscous shit and held it up to his mouth. He slobbed it right up.

If there was one thing Snatcher was good at, despite making me feel absolutely miserable in this dingy basement, it would definitely be that he had always been a great eater. Indiscriminate, very confident and enduring, if not gluttonous. Knowing him and his necessary dietary restrictions, he really had to take all he could get in a town like this.

I wish that, when I initially worded all those thoughts in my head they hadn't sounded so glorifying, as here I was trapped underneath his overfed gut. I could feel the weight and mush all pooling inside him, my available space to breathe becoming more and more limited.

Once again he had drenched my hand in saliva, popped it out his lips, immediately latching onto my other hand and downing what I held inside, His disgusting tongue flicking droplets of spit and greul all over me.

"Hmmm, both hands up, this time." He grunted, residue clinging to his chin.

I reluctantly complied.

He set the entire bowl in my hands, drooling eagerly. I scoffed.

I titled it towards his face, and the soupy substance began dripping into his open mouth, trickling & sliding down his gullet. Snatcher took long, savory gulps of the stuff as each swallow filled and bulged his plump belly, shifting the hand he had placed on the side to monitor it.

When the active dripping stopped, I didn't bother tilting it any further as he gluttonously dug face-first into the bowl anyway, slurping up soup.

Once he had licked it clean, he tossed it aside, literally, and sighed contently, licking his chops. And belching, loudly.

"Where are you manners?" I grumbled.

"This is a prison, nevermind manners here." Snatcher replied.

He grinned at me, squeezing his belly. I groaned, and then began to rub it for him again.

"Although," I began, "I can't imagine you would actually like this crappy excuse for a meal, right?"

"Oh, of course not." He replied, "Nothing tastes worse than the absence of revenge."

"What does that-"

He didn't let me finish, he jerked my head up off the ground and held my chin and scalp in a vice-grip, bending down and, uuuuuuuuhhhgggnhh, the abhorrence,

He began licking the stray globs of greul off my face. I was caught between the deathly stench of his breath and the disgraceful scraping texture of his tongue against my cheek. I couldn't shove his face away, either. His stomach had already expanded enough that it now lay across both my hands. What's worse, I was subject to the little sounds of delight he emitted as he sloppily wiped up the mess he made. I despise this. I rebuked every shitty fucking thing I let him do to me as he traced, tickled, and scaled my entire jawline with his slobbery tongue.

My pores firmly drenched and violated, Snatcher finally had his fill.

He exhaled, and relaxed his grip on my head, but not before twisting my neck to deliver a long, guttural, satisfied belch into my ear.

And, as if to make a point, he bashed my head into the floor.

I gradually came to, waking up God-knows-how-many hours later. My head hurts like hell, I can feel it throbbing rhythmically, so painfully that I cannot see clearly. I noticed my feet were numb, and as I opened my eyes enough, I noticed I might be in a completely different room- what looked to be the floor in my previous location of imprisonment was now on the ceiling- or-

I started to panic as my vision came into focus.

I craned my neck the best I could and looked down- and with horror, realized I was looking up. Up at my own feet, locked in some sort of iron socks, clinging to a magnet hanging from the ceiling. The chains now wrapped around my entire body, and I struggled in vain to break loose, I could only squirm and wriggle around.

I know what he’s doing. He’s hanging me upside-down until all the blood in my body goes to my head- He’s trying to kill me.

I debated whether or not this was a fate worse than being forced to feed Snatcher.
I didn’t have much time to dwell on that before a sound caught my attention-

Footsteps.

He was coming back.

Snatcher reached my level and stared me in the face- which looked ridiculous, since I was upside-down.

I sighed weakly, “What do you want?”

Snatcher smirked. “ Oh , just came down to check your condition. Good to see gravity is affecting you already.”

He grabbed me by my tied up wrist and dizzily spun me around.

“ So! About that machine I wanted?”

“I’ve told you already, I’m not going to help you!... But… ”

The pulsating pain in my head intensified tenfold.

“I… don’t have a choice , do I?”

“Nope!” Snatcher exclaimed triumphantly, “ Ahh, Trubshaw , I always knew that big brain of yours would come in handy. Especially for me! ”

My already blurry vision worsened as tears began to form in my eyes and stream down my forehead.

“Might not want to vent the stress of your situation out like that- tears are a terrible substitution for shampoo.” He chuckled sadistically.

I didn’t stop.

“In the meantime, why don’t you stay for a while? Here, alone,  I’ll keep you hanging around!!!! ” He walked back up the stairs, howling with laughter.

The tears in my face and the blood in my head became an unbearable weight of emotions flooding my consciousness, and I might as well not have been awake at all.

It was the last time I would ever feel awake for Ten, long, years.