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Cruel beak. Next to me are other eggs...

Mother's incubating me... I don't know how to do anything and just wait.

I'm crushed by her weight. I'm on the verge of pinching. I can't breathe, but as soon as she lifts, the icy wind rushes in and freezes me to the bones.

As I regret the bottle... milk, sugar and cereals... Mom, Mary, Eric, Philippe, I miss you all... Sniff.

The smell here is pestilential, it smells like carrion but you get used to it.

Then the dragon gets up and gets me up again.

Ahhhh, Ugh!

Then AYYE! she takes me with her teeth and pinches me with spikes and lifts me up to put me on my side.

CATCH!

She grabs me with her claws as big as spears and I am trapped in a cage of claws that would have pierced me.

NOn.......

NOnn. Noooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

I was struggling, twisting and twisting and my neck and tail were going all over the place but it was useless.

Her lower horn, like a can opener, forced the opening of my jaw and no matter how hard I tried to keep it closed, like a crowbar in my mouth, she forced the open jaw and a pre-digested liquid injected directly into my throat.

BEAAAURGGGGGGGG!

I had my heart up. And then she took all my head between her teeth and forced me with my mouth closed. Impossible to spit it out, she would have tasted it and when I tried, the pressure on the teeth increased.

I had to swallow.

God only knows what she killed or who she killed.

But sometimes I felt bits of fabric, jeans, pieces of soles and once a piece of a zipper.

The worst was when I tasted teeth... with pieces of bone.

As I dreamed of vegetables, candy and coke....

Ouinnn

I cried from morning to evening and from evening to morning.

In fact, I cried all the time...

She didn't care about it....

She looked at me like, "I'm the strongest and you have to do the same."

For this monster who is my mother, there is no place for pity or weakness.

Am I sad? Am I scared?

I don't give a shit!

Beaked, Beaked and still Beaked...

That's how you learn to love blood and human flesh...

As long as I don't ask for more, hop, force-feeding!

I was yawning at having swallowed what I was sure to be, a porridge half digested from human scalp....

I was standing on my hind legs, staring at the ground. While trying to vomit but mother made her tail go like a belt ready to hit and when I had this dribble net that ran and I had a knot in my stomach ready to spit it out, the monster made the end of his tail snap like a whip

"Who likes it, punishes it, who likes it, who likes it, who likes it..."

I risked an eye upwards and 2 eyes with a smile full of teeth looked at me like this: Do you dare or will you not?

I know that yesterday, when I spit it out, she crushed my face in my vomit and made me lift it up.

That sucks!

I'm all dumped and I'd like a bath.

I'm nailed by like dried slugs and curdled blood.

My scales crunch like breaded chicken and I feel dirty.

I can't take it anymore, I can't take it anymore.

I have to get out of here!

She goes to the edge of the entrance and looks out.

I take the opportunity to look too and, from her snout, she pushes me back to the nest.

As soon as it moves from the entrance, the cold wind rushes in and I am again refrigerated.

Ah, fire.

Then she arrives with brush and woods of all kinds and SwIISH, she blows and the whole thing burns.

The cave lights up and I can now see the carnage she has caused.

I thought I was quiet, but she closed behind me a cylindrical rock of several tens of tons.

I was walled up with a fire and a little wood.....

Then a few hours later, the door rolled and the monster crawled on all fours and forced me to walk and run in the cave that was starting to warm up a little bit thanks to the fire.

If I didn't move forward, it was horns in my butt waiting for me.

Then when I couldn't take it anymore and I was dragging on the ground and she dragged me against the sharp stones, she came back with 3 big black rats sounded but alive

She forced my open mouth and injected me into the throat with the rat still alive.

I had to eat it or it would open up from the inside.

She took her claws and pinched my jaw until I felt the bones crack and the instestines come out through the back of the rat in my mouth. I tasted the hair and the tail and everything, even his little ears.

I was crying, my mouth shut, my ass coming out through my nostrils

I was just a sob and she would press, press until the fateful "Craack"

Now I had to chew it or swallow it.....

I choose the last option...