XXIX

Phatt Tonie was taken to a room in a different part of the dungeons. It had been almost six months since the raid on his meat deli and most of his injuries had healed but he could no 

longer be called fat. In the last six months he, like the other prisoners had been given only water 3 times a day and the heel off a loaf of homemade bread once a day and had lost almost 300 pounds.

His eyes widen in surprise however at the spread of food that was now in front of him. His stomach rumbled in response to the smells. Drool began to accumulate in the corner of his mouth.

" What are you waiting for? I know you are starving. dig in," the man in the plague mask said. Without another thought, Phatt Tonie rushed forward towards the food and starting from one end of the table and rushing to the other, he stuffed his face and gorged himself on the food, running up and down the table, grabbing and stuffing food as he went as quickly as possible.

" You should have been named Glutton," the man in the mask snarked. Tonie ignored the remark, and continue to stuff his face. About 20 minutes after he started, Phatt Tonie suddenly slowed to a stop as his eyesight blurred and he slowly fell unconscious.

When he awoke, Phatt Tonie realized he was still in the room with food. It was the same food as before. He could see where he had left off eating when he suddenly felt dizzy and passed out.

" What are you waiting for Phatt Tonie? Eat up. Food's waiting for ya," came the snide remark of the masked man. Once again to the rumbling of his stomach, he gorged himself like a pig for about 20 minutes until he passed out again. This 

process continued to repeat itself. Phatt Tonie would gorge himself for about 20 minutes on the food until he passed out and then upon reawakening the masked man would goad him to eat more and upon the sound of his stomach he would comply, gorging himself on the food.

It was a lot of food for anyone man to consume in one sitting. However, even after he thought he couldn't possibly eat another bite, Tonie suddenly got dizzy and passed out. When he awoke, he once more felt like he was starved. This time however when he awoke, the masked man was nowhere to be seen. Suddenly a voice came over an inter com and the masked man could be heard as he spoke to Tonie.

"Enjoy your new living quarter's fat man. This is where you will be staying until you have ate: Every. Last. Bite. I don't care how long it takes. I don't care if the food spoils. I don't care if it molds or even rots. You will not be allowed to leave until it's all gone fat man.

I was busy with the others so you was forgotten until know so I would say it was my way of apologizing for the neglect however I would be lying because it's actually just the start of your punishment. Oh and Tonie? If it comes down to it I have ways of forcing you to eat it without ever touching you. I suggest you start with eating as eventually the paralyzing agent I added to the food will eventually wear off.

First ill take away your ability to sleep. Oh and I suggest you don't waste the water when you find it as it's the only liquid that will quench your thirst amongst everything. You have three 

weeks to finish everything. I have errands to run and things to do. People to kidnap, kill and torture. You are among them. And before you go asking why, this is just the start of your punishment for defying me and Trinity. Oh and uh don't puke otherwise you WILL be cleaning it up with your own tongue."

At first Tonie sat there speechless for several hours until his stomach growled so loudly he feared his captors would hear it so he quickly climbed up from his spot in the floor and rushed towards the table of food, once more rushing back and forth from one end if the table to the other, gorging himself as he went along. This time however it took him almost 45 minutes before the paralyzing agent kicked in and he was once more knocked unconscious.

When he awoke, Tonie was unsure exactly for how long he had been out for. This time however unlike all the other previous times he had regained consciousness, his stomach didn't growl like he hadn't ate in several days. After a few hours of just sitting on the floor where he awoken, his stomach made a sound unlike any other sound it had made up to this point. With a look mixed with horror and panic, Tonie quickly looked around. Not seeing what he was hunting for right off the bat, he quickly stood up only to freeze, doubling over as pain racked his gut and it made a noise like that of an angry animal.

Panic began to rise in Tonie as his IBS flared up and he began to realize that his hunt for a toilet was useless. As the wave of pain passed through his stomach, he straightened up and started a sweep around the room for a spot to relieve himself. Upon reaching half way around the room, Tonie 

quickly stopped and started to frantically try to undo his pants as his stomach growled and caused him to double over. Unfortunately however tony wasn't fast enough as suddenly diarrhea proceeded to explode out his ass and down his legs. With tears in his eyes, Tonie continued to struggle with his pants while his gut betrayed him and proceeded to continuously and forcefully expel the contents of his stomach out of his ass and down his legs.

Finally he was able to drop his pants but unfortunately it was too late as he had shit all over himself. The smell was so unbearable that he proceeded to vomit all over the front of the rest of his clothes. When his ass had finally stopped leaking and he no longer had anything left in his stomach to vomit out, Tonie proceeded to strip himself of the rest of his clothes. Once he was left in nothing but his birthday suit, he went through his clothes and seeing that the backside of his shirt was the only thing that hadn't been affected by his vomiting and diarrhea, he used it to clean himself up the best he could. Afterwards he went to the opposite end of the room and proceeded to curl up into a ball and cry himself to sleep.

However this torture was only beginning. Every day was the same. Tonie would slowly eat the food that was on the table as it spoiled and molded. His IBS flared up constantly and by the end of the three weeks the food was gone but in return the entire room was covered in rotting vomit and explosive diarrhea. When the I entered the hallway that had the room in it that I was currently keeping Phatt Tonie in, I about gagged at the smell.

"Leon what in god's green earth is that horrendous smell??? Did the fat man die while I was away?"

"No. It seems to me that he is alive. However around 3am, the fat man can be seen running around the room and..... Oh. My. God. That is horrible. Oh eww. I think Ima be sick and I'm just a machine....."

Leon's voice trailed off as he watched the video footage of what had gone on during the last three weeks.

"That man is disgusting. I suggest you get some of the ones you've made into a servant to go into his room and clean up the place and him before moving onto the next stage of torture," Leon suggested as O backed away down the hall away from the smell.

"What are you waiting for then Leon??? Hurry up and send in the new servants before the smell takes over the whole of Castle Smrt. Send him to Torture Room 379 after he has been completely cleaned up. I don't want that smell spreading throughout."