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It was huge with lots of windows and several balconies overlooking a lush courtyard. I hurtled toward the open door as Master pulled on the leash around my neck. I leapt out of the car, my tail wagging in the air. The excitement got me panting. I lunged at master and licked at the shiny boots he was wearing.
Thank you, thank you. Two boys emerged from the building.
They stopped before Master. The skinny arms protruding from their oversized T-shirts looked deliciously bone like. Shankar, take this. Shankar and Dev led me to the right side of the yard where an empty kennel stood between a birdhouse and a cage. Before pushing me into my new home, Shankar untied the strap from my neck. Then he locked the door, and the two boys walked away. The kennel had a tin roof with metal bars and a wooden floor. Though it stank of the piss and poop of tenants, it was perfect, I had thought.
I pressed my face between the bars and rolled my eyes upward and saw several pigeons staring down at me from the birdhouse. His voice was soft—watery blue eyes, doleful. I wondered what had made him this way. The rabbit ignored my questions.
He turned his tail to me and skipped to the other side of the cage. They were nowhere to be found. They must have gone into their tiny rooms to take a nap or something. A yawn tore my jaws wide open. I needed a good nap too as it had been a long ride home. Dropping to the floor, I closed my eyes. I woke up to the sound of whispers.
The windows were glowing gold. I felt shocked. It was already night. Shankar and Dev were standing in the shadows, ready to climb up the ladder they had placed against the pillar supporting the aviary. The taller boy quietly stepped up the ladder. After reaching the top, he slipped his hand inside the birdhouse then descended to the ground. I noticed a pigeon clutched between his palms.
It was calm, deep in slumber. Dev gingerly put down the ladder on the ground. Few seconds later, the two of them vanished into the house with pigeon in hand. The next morning, I got my answer: the sleeping pigeon the Bladder torture stories had taken was dead. She had been eaten by the Master and his family. He picked me up from the street where I was always hungry and without a home. Trust me when I say this, he is not a good man. A terrible urge to bite off his nose from his furry little face filled my chest.
The rabbit glowered at me. I glowered back. I started pacing. My bladder was swelling like a balloon. I needed to pee immediately. I scratched at the bars for attention. Just piss in a corner and go back to sleep. The rabbit turned out to be right. Indeed, nobody came to my rescue so I peed in a corner. Henceforth, it would become my piss pen, my shit sty. That night the rabbit was taken into the house as well.
I never saw him again. I began to miss my freedom. The old days… when I was out on the street. She was new in this place.
The boys had smuggled all the old pigeons one by one into the house. Now the roost and the cage were filled with new pigeons and rabbits, all clueless about their future. I gave her a nod. At all. Master came to see me one cold morning. I was curled up in a ball, too weak to lift my head. With no treatment, my sickness had worsened.
My body reeked of something foul. It was polluting the air around the house. Master put a hand over his mouth and watched me. I let out a whimper. More than anything I wanted him to pat my head, murmur his love for me, give me a reason why I was brought to his home. Instead he quietly shook his head, and left. Shankar brought me dinner early that evening.
It was chicken and rice. Food they had rarely fed me in the past. Using all my strength, I licked at the bowl, and tasted something utmost bitter. It was clear, Master wanted me no more. Tears oozed from my eyes as I waited for the poison in my body to take my life.
Any second now, I could spew out blood. My heart could stop beating. Minutes passed by. Then hours. The boys stooped by the kennel, indifferent to the smell. My blood turned cold.
Every hair on my body stood up like steel grass. Shankar jerked his head to the left, alling to start. I shut my eyes tight. This was it. My end. The sticks slammed my back with a force of a running car. Pain coursed through my veins like fire. Stars danced behind my eyeballs. One after another they kept bashing me until they were sure my bones were all broken. My slippers have turned bloody! The sound of their voices and feet trailed off.Bladder torture stories
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