Chapter 33 Pool of Life Giving Liquid

Before Kaka could respond, Slasher shoved his head back under the water, drowning him once more. This time, Kaka's resistance was weaker, his arms barely moving as he struggled to stay conscious. The hatchlings whimpered, their cries lost in the cacophony of Slasher's sadistic glee.

“Nnngh... nnngh... please... please... no more...”

“Eeek... master, no... so scared... so scared...”

“Help... help... make it stop... make it stop...”

“Muma... where’s Muma... I want Muma...”

Their cries were barely more than whispers but thick with fear. They clung to each other, little claws digging into one another's skin as they trembled, their breaths coming in short, panicked gasps.

“Please... no more bad things... we scared...”

“Don’t hurt us... don’t hurt Kaka... we be good, we be good...”

“We so little... don’t know what to do...”

“Mmmngh... can’t watch... too scary... too scary...”

Their whimpers turned into sobs, tiny voices choking on their own fear as they pressed themselves against the cold walls, desperate to be as far away from the horror as possible.

“Why... why so mean... don’t like it here... don’t like it...”

“Please stop... please stop... no more hurting...”

As the seconds ticked by, the room filled with the sound of gurgling water and Kaka's muffled pleas. I felt a surge of fear and desperation, my hands clenching into fists at my sides. How long could this go on? How much more could Kaka endure before his spirit broke completely?

Finally, Slasher pulled Kaka's head back again, his expression one of smug satisfaction. Kaka coughed violently, water spewing from his mouth as he fought to regain his breath.

"Enjoying your bath, shitty Kaka? I hope the water is not too cold for your liking. Braaaaagahaaghahaghaha!" Slasher sneered, his voice dripping with scorn.

"Maybe I'll bring something a bit more... filthy next time. Goblin piss and shit should do the trick. But for now, let's enjoy some more water."

With a malicious grin, Slasher shoved Kaka's head back under the water. Kaka flailed his limbs, desperate to break free from the suffocating embrace of the liquid. His movements were frantic, each stroke a futile attempt to escape torture. Bubbles rose furiously around him, a silent scream trapped beneath the surface.

The room fell into a tense silence, punctuated only by the gurgling sounds emanating from the bucket. Slasher's eyes gleamed with sadistic pleasure, his grip unyielding as he held Kaka's life in his hands. Time seemed to stand still, each second an eternity of torment.

Finally, when Kaka's struggles grew weak and his body began to twitch weakly, Slasher pulled his head back out. Water cascaded down Kaka's face, mingling with the tears that streamed involuntarily from his eyes. His lungs burned, each breath a painful rasp as he gasped for air.

"Feeling refreshed yet, you piece of filth?" Slasher taunted, his voice thick with mockery.

"Let's make it even better."

Before Kaka could come to his senses, Slasher lifted his limp body into the air and delivered a backhand so strong that the clap echoed like a thunderclap. Kaka's head snapped to the side, his body jolting violently as pain exploded across his face. He coughed and vomited water, his eyes disoriented from lack of oxygen in his brain, struggling to comprehend what was happening around him.

"What... Why... why so hurt... why beaten so much... why tortured?" Kaka gasped in broken language, his voice barely more than a whisper.

Slasher only laughed, the sound cold and devoid of mercy.

"Because I can, you pathetic wretch. Because it amuses me! But no time to talk, you need to drink some water! In you go!"

"P... p-please... no... no more-"Kaka tried to beg but his plea was cut short.

Without warning, he plunged Kaka's head back into the bucket. Kaka flailed again, his arms and legs thrashing against the confines of the water. Desperation fueled his movements, but it was all in vain. There was no escaping the torture, only enduring it.

For almost an hour, Slasher repeated the cycle. Each time Kaka's struggles stopped and his body went limp, Slasher would pull him out, deliver a brutal blow to wake him, and then submerge him once more. The room filled with the sounds of gurgling water, the slap of flesh against flesh, and the haunting echo of Slasher's laughter.

Kaka's consciousness ebbed and flowed, each episode of drowning bringing him closer to the brink of insanity. His body became a vessel of pain, each cell screaming for air. The hatchlings watched in horror, their cries swallowed by the oppressive silence that enveloped the shed.

Slasher shoved Kaka's head back into the bucket one more time, expecting to see the last of the water spill over. Instead, the bucket barely resisted, revealing only a murky, sludgy mixture of dirt and leftover grime. The once-clear water had been swallowed by Kaka’s desperate attempts to survive.

He reached into the bucket and scooped up a handful of mud and debris. He smeared it across Kaka's face, the gritty mixture clinging to his skin like a grotesque mask. Kaka choked and sputtered, his efforts to breathe hindered by muck filling his mouth and sniffer.

"How does that taste, you disgusting slave?" Slasher chuckled, his amusement growing with each passing moment.

Kaka’s face was barely visible beneath the sludge, his eyes clouded with pain and despair. As Slasher’s mocking voice cut through the thick, grimy air, Kaka's response came as a weak, garbled choke.

“Ugh... s-so... s-sick... can't... b-breathe...”

The words were punctuated by desperate, throaty coughs, his attempts to speak interspersed with wet, choking sounds. He tried to clear the muck from his throat, but it only resulted in more sputtering and coughing, each breath a labored struggle against the filthy substance.

“P-please... make... it stop... m-mud... tastes... awful...”

Slasher seized the moment to drive his cruelty home. With a harsh grip, he shoved Kaka’s head down into the thick, stagnant muck at the bottom of the bucket. The remaining mud was a vile mix of dirt and grime, and as Slasher forced Kaka's head deeper, the fetid sludge sloshed around with a sickening squelch.

“Ughhh... nghhh...” Kaka's voice was a choked, throaty rasp, barely escaping from beneath the layer of filth. His attempts to pull his head free were feeble, his strength all but gone. Each movement was sluggish and weak.

When Slasher finally pulled Kaka's head back out, his face was a grimace of twisted satisfaction. Kaka coughed and retched, his body wracked with spasms as he fought to expel the vile mixture from his system.

With that, he released Kaka, letting him collapse to the ground in a heap of wet, shivering misery. Kaka's body shook uncontrollably, his breaths coming in ragged gasps as he tried to recover from the torture. 

“Well, wasn’t that a delightful mess? You really did make a meal out of it! Enjoy the taste of dirt and despair! BRAAAAHAAHAHHAHA!” Slasher’s laugh was a sharp, abrasive sound, echoing off the walls of the shed. 

Satisfied with his display of dominance, he turned and walked out of the shed, leaving us to our torment. As the door slammed shut behind him, the darkness settled once more, thicker and more oppressive than before. 

Kaka lay on the ground, his body spent and his belly grotesquely bloated, water sloshing within him with each labored breath. Kaka's once-skinny frame was now grotesquely bloated, his belly swollen to an alarming size, resembling a hideous water balloon that had been overfilled. The once-flat expanse of his abdomen was now distended. The skin was stretched so thin that it shimmered under the dim light, mottled with an unhealthy pallor and a sickly sheen of sweat and grime.

The bloated belly shifted and sloshed with every labored breath, each movement accompanied by disturbing, rhythmic gurgles and squelches. The sound of trapped air and the remnants of the muddy water mingled in a sickening symphony of internal distress. Occasionally, a sharp, involuntary shudder would ripple through Kaka's body, causing his belly to quiver and jiggle grotesquely. The gurgling noises were punctuated by wet, spluttering coughs and deep, rasping breaths.

The once-muddy water, now absorbed and churning within him, created a nauseating slosh that could be heard every time Kaka attempted to move. His face, smeared with the residual muck from the bucket, was a mask of pain and despair. His eyes were sunken and rimmed with dark circles, and his expression was one of sheer exhaustion and defeat.

Despite the torment, Kaka’s mouth was partially open, a weak and strained attempt at speaking through the pain. His words came out in a ragged, broken whisper, barely audible over the sound of his belly’s continuous, sickening gurgling.

“The torture... was horrible,” he rasped, “But... at least we got... a little water.”

The hatchlings, their eyes wide with fear and confusion, huddled close to him, seeking solace despite his suffering.

With trembling hands, Kaka managed to push himself up onto his elbows. His face was a mask of pain and exhaustion, but there was a glimmer of life in his eyes.

"Hermit," he rasped, his voice hoarse from the abuse, "help me."

My small frame trembled as I approached Kaka, my eyes filled with a mixture of fear and empathy.

"What can I do, Kaka?"

Kaka gestured weakly towards the ground.

"Dig... please... a small pit," he breathed, each word a struggle.

"For the water."

Using my tiny claws, I began to scrape at the dirt floor of the shed, creating a shallow hole. As the pit took shape, Kaka turned his attention to the leaf that lay nearby. With a monumental effort, he reached out and grasped it, dragging it closer to his side. The leaf was large and sturdy, perfect for collecting the water.

"Now... Help me place it." Kaka managed to gasp, his voice weak.

I gently lifted the leaf and positioned it over the pit. The edges were tucked neatly into the soil, forming a makeshift basin that would hold the precious liquid.