Short Stories

Chained Up, Unable to Escape

Gelatin hated his life. It was the same torture everyday with these people.

They would chain him up next to the wall, with a collar around his neck so he couldn't move farther than the collar let him.

He only got to use the bathroom once a day for a few minutes. He hardly got fed. He hardly had any water.

He hardly ever got to see the damn Sun. Atleast he wasnt used as a sex doll. He was neglected. Once in a while his captors would say shit like. "Oh, how cute. The way you struggle for freedom."

Damn pedophiles. The world really hit hard on Gelatin after his kidnapping. And at the age of six, too.

Once in a while though, the campfires would go on a 'vacation'. And that was when he was allowed to do things. He lived like a king when they were gone. But then they came back, and it was back to misery.

Gelatin couldn't take it anymore. When a captor came over and petted his face with this smug smile, Gelatin grabbed him and started biting.

Of course, only being six allowed him to lose.

The captor got up after crawling away and dusting themselves off. "Boy, you're dead." He said as he left the room to get a gun.

Gelatin was happy. He wanted to be in a better place. Hell would be better than this nightmare.

The man came back with an assault rifle. "You ready to die, bitch?"

"Hell yes."