Riiiiiing, the alarm goes off; its deafening, raspy sound yanks you out of your sleep, forcing you to get out of bed. Somewhat groggy and clumsy, you manage to turn it off. You head to the shower, take a bath, dry yourself off, get dressed, and step out of your bedroom into the hallway. The hallway is empty, but not silent, as from afar you can hear a somewhat annoying yet unmistakable noise: the loud snoring of your pig, who is resting peacefully in his feedlot. You walk without making too much noise; you don't want to wake him up just yet. You listen to his snoring for a moment longer and then head toward the kitchen, where you prepare to mix the feed you will use to fatten up your beloved pig, continuing the degeneration of his body.
You prepare his food with unusual quickness; as you do, a blend of delicious, high-calorie aromas emanates and floods the house. These scents reach even the farthest corner of the home, and the feedlot of your precious pig is no exception. The heavy aroma wakes him; from a distance, you can hear the noise coming from his pen. You know he is struggling just to get out of bed. Normally you wouldn't allow it until later, but today you decide to make an exception. You let him open the door and, with a weary, clumsy stride, reach the kitchen table.
Once he appears in the kitchen, you greet him: "Good morning, my pig. Sit down, I’m about to serve your food." He responds with a slight nod of his head, affirming what you just said. You place his feeding dish in front of him and make a "stop" gesture with your hand. You serve your own breakfast at the opposite end of the table and sit down. Only then do you close your hand into a fist, and instantly, the pig begins to grotesquely engorge his food. The scene would be grotesque to many, since, after weeks of hard commitment, the pig has lost all his eating manners. But to you, it is simply perfect, almost exciting. His body is nearly unrecognizable from that very first time; a smile forms on your face—you can't help it. The pig, noticing your smile, returns the gesture with a smile of his own. He knows in his mind that this isn't right, but lust and gluttony have taken total control of his life. His high-calorie food doesn't help the cause; it only sinks him deeper into desire, generating more pleasure, more gluttony, and more lack of control. The pig doesn't care; he only wishes to serve the one who allows him to unleash his desires.
Both of you look at each other in silence, until the feeder breaks the spell with a calm but firm voice: "Pig, when you finish your food, rest for a moment. I will put your collar on, you will follow me, and it will be time for me to show you THE ROOM." The pig looks at him somewhat bewildered, his mouth still full, and replies: "As you wish, my feeder."
Once the meal and the appropriate resting time were over, the pig and the feeder stood up. The latter placed a red leather collar around the pig's neck. Extending from the collar was a chain used to guide his pet. After the preparations, they walked down the long, narrow hallway until the very end, where a large, locked red door stood.
Once in front of the door, the feeder pulled a small ring of keys from his pocket, unlocked the red door, and uttered a single word: "Inside." The pig, somewhat bloated from his first meal of the morning, stepped through the frame of that massive red door. Once inside the room, the pig didn't understand what he was looking at; he seemed rather confused by such a curious sight. The feeder saw the pig's doubtful face and, in a somewhat slow, calculated voice, spoke:
"—Do you remember, pig, when you first became my pet, I asked you if you were willing to go to the ultimate consequences? I recall being completely clear that there would be no turning back. Well, I wasn't speaking in vain. When I said I would take you to the ultimate consequences, I didn't mean it in a poetic sense. It was a promise, and I intend to keep it."
The pig maintained his astonished expression, made a small gesture, and somewhat hesitantly decided to speak:
"—My feeder, what is all this? This isn't just an exaggeration of what you expect from your market pig?"
The feeder looked at the pig with disdain and slowly approached him with a slightly threatening aura. When he was close enough, he grabbed him by the cheeks and pronounced:
"—Don't think you're so special, pig. You aren't the first one to fall into my hands. The heart monitor, the bariatric bed, the blood pressure machine, and the rest of the medical supplies are here because I have learned, I have improved, as a feeder. Everything you see here is part of my evolution. You are just another pig on my list, do you understand? DO YOU UNDERSTAND?"
Hearing those words, the pig felt a mixture of fear and desire in equal measure. The pig couldn't help but get excited by such words; with a faint voice, the pig exclaimed:
"—Understood, oink. I’m just one more, oink."
Hearing those words, the feeder smiled slightly, took the pig's leash, and pointed to a glass display case. Inside it, various collars could be seen, all of different colors and each with a charm. The pig couldn't gauge how many there were, but he understood that the feeder's words weren't empty. He wasn't the first!
That thrilled the pig and ignited a new desire within him: he wanted to be in that display case not just as another one, but as one that could never be forgotten. The feeder tugged on the pig's leash and signaled him to leave the room, while that red door slowly closed, and they moved down the hallway toward his feedlot. Both the pig and the feeder understood that they had taken a small step down a path they could no longer avoid.
<<The feeder, pig a and another be darkness, door ended his how in left lingering, please red room silent the they to tried ultimately up. waiting, was with witness>>
For now, it will remain in darkness, waiting for that moment to reach its peak; for now, it would just continue to be the special room.
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