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"Keep working boy!" Kanjo yelled.
"Yes sir." Spyke whispered.
Konjo hit Spyke with his whip, "Louder! Or you won’t get any food tonight."
"why....yes sir! But..."
"But what?"
"I'm.........loosing.........my.....voice......."
"Well sure. I've been having you yell all day."
"Wh......Why sir?"
"Because I'm sick of hearing you!"
Whack! Spyke's back burned from the pain. It wasn't too bad though. I had been whipped for.....well as long as I could remember. Hew did I end up here anyway? Why did I deserve this?
After Spyke's parents died in a house fire, he wondered off and ended up here. An orange hedgehog named Konjo took him in, fed him, and even trained him. Konjo's kindness only lasted a few weeks, then he began to make Spyke work. He even began to whip Spyke. Now, five months later, Spyke's back ached, he was constantly weak from being overworked, and he was, well.......lonely.
He finished up chopping firewood outside Konjo's cabin, then turned to Konjo, "I....fin....finished"
Konjo picked Spyke up by his neck, "You took too long! No food tonight." Konjo tossed the blue echidna into the shed he called his room. It wasn't much but it was better than sleeping outside. Spyke lied down on a pile of hay that was supposed to be his bed. A soft banging sound came from the door. Konjo must have forgotten to lock the door.
Spyke tiptoed out of the shed and over to the cabin. He peered in and saw a succulent, juicy roasted chicken on a finely carven table. Drool dripped from Spyke’s mouth. He hadn’t had a decent meal for a few months. The last time he even got some bread was last week. Konjo was there, so he crept up to the chicken. He would probably be whipped for one hour straight because of this, but he was too hungry to care. Spyke ripped off a huge piece of chicken breast and stuffed it in his mouth.
“Get away from my dinner!”
Oh no! Oh no! I’m soooo dead! Spyke dashed towards to door but he was stopped by a sharp pain in his shoulder. He turned his head to see a huge gash. Gripping his shoulder, Spyke kept running towards the front door. Konjo kicked Spyke to the ground, then picked him up by his dreadlocks. Spyke tried to punch Konjo but he was too weak from his wound. Once again Spyke was tossed to the ground, but this time he was picked up again. Actually, nothing else touched him. Suddenly, Konjo bent over with some rope, a few nails, and a hammer. Rope was positioned over his arms, neck, and legs, then nailed down. Spyke struggled to get out of the ropes but he had no prevail.
Konjo shoved his foot into Spyke’s chest, “You know, I’ve had enough of you! I took you in and you do this to me! This is the thanks I get!” Spyke was kicked a few times before Konjo grabbed his dinner and walked into his room. Tears trickled down Spyke’s face. Tomorrow he was in for it. He had to get out of here……fast……………
This post has been edited by XanderChaos: 24 October 2004 - 04:48 AM
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*sigh* I don't think I won't to read anymore the saddness 