It seems like eternity that you are forced to stare at the image of the terrified fish, your father, flipping helplessly within your doggy muzzle. Her tail whips back and forth from your mouth.
Please please please don't make me eat my own father! you mentally scream, as you whimper a pitiful doggy whine and slobber coats the slimy fish and dribbles out of the side of your mouth.
The thought of swallowing your father is almost too much to bear. This can't possibly be happening. Please be a dream! The delay is clearly meant to prolong your torment. You helplessly hope that this is just a mock execution, that everything will be okay. Or at least that you'll wake from this nightmare. But the taste and texture of the fish is all to real. You own cries. Your mother's sobs. All too real!
Then all of a sudden the hands grabs your head and force it upwards. You jaw is simultaneously pulled down.
Nooooooo!
The writhing slippery body of your father is all too accommodating for your throat. Just like that, the fish slips down into your throat and into your esophagus. It happens all to quickly and you feel the fullness of your fresh meal within you stomach.
My god, you can still feel him writhing in there! For a moment you lament not biting down when you had the chance to end the misery.
Suddenly the big screen in the room flashes on. It begins to play a video. A dog. With despair you realize the cute innocent looking, terrified dog is you. Staring at a fish. The cruel arms hold you to give you the best view so you can watch it all unfold. Your stomach churns from the struggling thing within as you are forced to watch playback of yourself swallowing your own father. As before the horrible pause seems to linger, until climaxing at the moment your head is jerked up and the fish slips down. The sight of the bulge going down the dog's throat makes you gag.
Then the video begins to play from the beginning once again. As if that wasn't cruel enough, another screen pops up in the corner. It show the moment your swallowed your father alive. In a loop. Over and over. You stomach churns once more. You wish to scream but can only squirm and cry doggy cries.
Then you hear a dart. Your mothers sobs turn to painful cries...