Ravcue

Pain spread through my mouth from the first bite. Fire pounced on my nerves like a (something). But I could see his face, hear his mocking voice, as he gloated over my loss. I could see my poor hainus face as he was stripped away from me. I needed to finish it all. I couldn't let victory give itself to the dragon next to me.

Again his voice came, saying "I knew it. You were always too weak, much too weak to challenge me." His laughter crackled through my hearing like the roughest thunder. "And just to lose, you've gambled away everything. Its pitiful."

I renewed my efforts for the second bite, not wasting a moment. Again, the agony, again the streaming as my eyes wept from the funes coming from my own mouth. Already the snot came meandering down my face, triggered by the foul creation I was forced to consume.

My lovely Hainu. His beautiful, professionally manicured fur, his appealinf extra curly tail , his shimmering wings as we went on a flight. Surely he wouldn't hate me for giving in here. There was simply too much. Every moment, less than a seconds worth of extreme suffering, it was all too much.

The next bite started at me with a hateful expression. It tantalized me, scandalized me, tried to gaslight me into giving up. But I wouldn't. I simply refuse. It went into my mouth, and I swallowed.