Animals. Every, last one of them... every, single brainless shell that waddles into those doors and back out. Arms cradling bags upon bags of absolute junk. Poison. A corrosive drug boxed up in deceiving, colorful little boxes to fool the tiny minds of children and the ignorant masses of careless fools who continued to rot their own bodies just to get their sugar fix.
Her hands clenched onto the steering wheel until her knuckles paled, glaring at the glass double doors at the front of the store. An unassuming, little building packed in with rows of others in a generic strip mall. Yet, it was undoubtedly welcoming the most foot traffic out of any of its neighbors. Families, teens, the occasional lone adults, they all came and went. The mere sight made her head feel as though it would burst into flames. Her heart thumping violently against her ribcage until rushing blood filled her ears. It was ridiculous. Disgusting. Inexcusable.
They're no better than the pigs back home. Wallowing in their own folds, sweat, and stink. Getting a kick out of a slow, pleasurable death. Reality knocked on their doors a million times and they laugh it off. The statistics, the research... It's so easy to understand! Don't they care about their lives?! Their children?!
Apparently not... fine. Then it's time for these indifferent pigs to get a horribly overdue reality check.
Zoe's eyes snap towards a new figure in her periphery. A lone figure. A youthful one, too. She watched her closer, leaning forward in her seat. A part of her hoping for the best, but her forefront thoughts knowing the worst was coming. The young girl opens the door to the sweets' shop and wanders inside... leaving her unseen observer grinding her teeth in frustration.
She turns to her passenger, a bearded, well-built man with a mirroring scowl on his face, and nods once.
"She's the one. Get ready."
She waits for the piglet to emerge back into the sunlight. Pacing back and forth in front of some store directly next door to the glorified drug dispensary. This was the opportunity they've been waiting for. The time had come; no more games. People were going to hear them loud and clear very soon...
Her head snaps back towards the entrance as the glass door swings open. Half-expecting just another... a brief smile lifts into her cheeks.
There you are...
Zoe mimes as though she'd just walked out of the adjacent shop. Shadowing the repulsive shell's every move. Just checking off the final boxes to ensure this would go as smoothly as possible. No pulling out her phone, no clear weapon on her body... she watches her open the front door to, presumably, her personal ride. A quick glance through the windows shows no company waiting for their own foodstuffs. Now was the time...
"Hey, excuse me? Excuse me! Miss? Can you help me, please? My husband and I, we just need a little help with our car. Tire went flat on us and now, the friggin' jack is stuck. Just need an extra pair of hands to loosen it up. It'll only take a second and we'll happily pay you, if you want! Please?"
Zoe assumes it was the promise of money, but the girl almost seems eager to provide a little assistance to some strangers in-need. She has to suppress an amused grin; she hasn't a clue how 'helpful' she'll turn out to be.
Leading the piglet back to their car, parked around the back of the building and out of the prying eyes of the milling masses out front. It'll all be up to Alex now...
He gets her attention and guides her around to the rear of the car. By the time Zoe's taken her seat and looked into the rearview, she can see his hands, wrapped in a rag, grasped over her mouth. Her useless legs kick in the air before going limp and disappearing into the trunk.
At last, she let her smile loose…
Alex and Zoe looked at each other, smiling with glee. That was way too easy! They then drive off to at least the outskirts of the city, where they hope they won't be spotted. They had to make sure their piglet wouldn't give them any trouble on the ride to their home, hence why they came up with a plan... "Get the girl Alex and put her in the backseat with you... you know what to do, just don't overdo it!"
Zoe quickly glances down both ends of the backroad they'd taken to get to the countryside. Seeing no incoming vehicles, she pulls off to the side and urges Alex to hurry up. He climbs out of his seat, anxiously glancing again, before opening up the trunk and slinging the unconscious girl over his shoulder.
Before long, the mindless shell is brought back to consciousness with a rough hand tapping her cheek. Rousing her from her drug-induced nap. The effects were far from faded, however, and despite opening her eyes to a pair of strangers, in the interior of a strange car, on a strange road leading away from civilization, she barely has the awareness or strength to react. Squinting at Alex and weakly trying to sit up straight. Alex takes advantage of her delirious state, shifting through the sweets they'd taken from her. Seems to be a couple counter candies and a baker's dozen of doughnuts. Likely intended to feel her family of pigs back home. No matter; they'd be sparing them of their daily poisoning - and rightfully punishing the one who'd have been putting them in an early grave.
He decides to start with the doughnuts, setting the box on his lap and plucking out a long john, lathered in chocolate and bloated with cream. A most fitting start. The girl seems to take notice, rolling her head to face Alex and opens her mouth to speak. Zoe's orders were clear, so Alex doesn't wait to hear what gibberish she would've spouted, lunging forward and filling her cheeks with half of the sickening treat at once. The girl's eyes bulge out of her head, shouting muffled protests as she vainly tries to shield herself with her arms and legs, curling up in the corner of her seat. He sees the mashed-up mouthful pushing out of her lips.
"Hey!", he shouts angrily, grabbing her by the mouth and forcing it back inside. The girl gags as it presses against her throat.
"Don't you dare spit it out! You swallow it! All of it! Or I swear I'll end your pitiful life right now! Swallow it!"
Tears well in the piglet's eyes. Becoming still, aside from her frightened trembling, the sound of her struggling to chew up the doughnut was muffled by Alex's hand. Eventually managing to choke it down, her eye twitching in discomfort as the solid lump lands in her awaiting stomach. A soft groan from her belly announcing its arrival.
"You're gonna devour each and everything you bought. You wanna buy junk? You're gonna eat junk; all of it."
Clearly too terrified to resist, especially after receiving a threatening glare from Zoe, she silently nods. He lowers his hand and presses the second half against her lips. She briefly heaves, suppressing the urge to sob, before opening her trembling lips again.
One doughnut down the hatch mercilessly follows the other. She does her best to chew and swallow before Alex gets impatient with her again, doing her best to ignore the swelling pressure inside of her stomach. Though the increasingly vocal glorping and gurgles erupting from the pit of her abused gut made it nearly impossible.
"Still grumbling for more, you filthy glutton", Alex would remark. Pressing his hand onto her jacket to emphasis its growing curvature.
"P-Please!" She would beg fruitlessly. Her muscles now cramping, the solid pressure inside of her beginning to ache. "I'm sorry! I-I-I never meant to offend you! J-Just let me go and I- Mmmph!"
"Unless you're gonna squeal, don't waste my time with lies. All you know is eating garbage, so eat it!"
Any further cries or protests are suppressed behind a ball of dough, sugar, and cream forcing her worn jaw to compress and push it down with the others.
She can't hide her sobs anymore.
He'd force fed her nearly every, single doughnut in the dozen, when-
"That's enough!" Zoe demands, waving a hand through the air. "Look at her. We don't want her popping... yet. Alex then pouts in a childish way as he had wanted to feed her the rest of the donuts tho Zoe was pleased with the results from what he managed to cram into her stomach. Today promises to be quite interesting. Dash on the other hand felt sick and her stomach continued audibly make noises of protest, trying to digest the assault of donuts...
this story is a rp that me and a friend are doing on discord, so a huge shout out to PlaceHolder22!
the Dash in this story is not from the Bendy-verse fanfics. she's a sixteen year old girl!