I woke up first, the others slept, carefree. Maybe I should have forgotten... Maybe I would have been happier. For me it was just a nightmare.

A ordeal. I was a martyr.

I was the offspring of my executioner. Worse than a child forcibly married to a pedophile.

I cried all the time. I had rage and sadness. My head was leaning on its side against the wall of this cursed nest. I was looking at the ceiling and the edges. My vision was stronger and everything in me was getting stronger every moment. Unfortunately for me, he had not forgotten the blow to the snout and his cruel and calculating little eyes were spying on me and watching my every move, so that he could denounce me to his mother. Maybe I had this idea, but I was blinded by hatred. My murderous aura exuded from me and when I had a flare-up, mother felt it instantly and looked at me.

I felt that something was wrong between the two of us. And immediately after that look, I saw my brother wincing like a mean smile and mocking the style "you are going to taste, my dear".

GRRRRRRRRRRR I said to him, I didn't expect to growl and have so much anger. I didn't know myself like that! That wasn't me there!

I had to resist and stay me.

My name is Heater, I am 14 years old and I go to high school in Lyon and Parhallty in Finland. I'm half French and half Finnish. I am blonde, I have a boyfriend Eric, a geek and I love online role-playing games, I also like growing exotic plants and making mini flower terrariums and garden and greenhouse decorations. In Finland, for that you need greenhouses and lamps for light.

Whew, I haven't forgotten anything, I don't think.

We got our morning hug and our rabbit. It's that damn reflex again. I resisted but I was rewarded with a tremor and a cramp in my jaw. It was dangerous! I had to keep my only defense!

I couldn't take the horrible taste of oil.

Then the horror came.

Mother grabbed us and forca opened with food our mouth and she built directly into our open mouth. A large size claw was plugged into our mouth and up to our throat and she transferred her stomach to us.

She was puking into us.

It was disgusting above all. My stomach was swelling.

Wow, it looks like I'm being transferred vomit.

I feel like I'm being forced to put the gas pump hose in my mouth and being stuffed to death.

She stopped as soon as our stomach was distended.

I smelled like oil, I had a lot of it on me, I was like a lot of tar.

I was sobbing. I wanted to get it over with. I tried to climb out of the nest to save myself or to end my days but my belly was so dense that I felt like I was full of lead.

Mother caught us in her mouth one by one and put us in a stone bowl that smelled like excrement and a small stream ran down the stone.

She told us: "Let go" and the others understood and defecated. It was awful. Then they rethought their anuses themselves. The show was disgusting! As they pushed their cloaca, we guessed their sex. It was 2 males and I was the only female. Fortunately, I didn't have to have a sex change too, although in nature it can be terrible.

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I couldn't take it anymore!

Kill me! Kill me!

I offered my throat to the other two who, to my amazement, were not trying to kill me. They licked me for the first time.

Amazing! Oh yes, mother was looking at it at the time but she seemed angry at me because I was showing a sign of weakness.

Mother:" My name is Akulatraxas and you are my darlings and darling, I love you with all my heart and you will call me Mother or Mother.

I'm sorry to force-feed you, but it's my parents' tradition, and so on. You don't understand me yet, but it's going to come on its own.

You, sweetie, I'm going to call you Wistala because you're a green ice cream variant, you AuRon, because you'll turn yellow and you...RuGaard because you'll be more red.

You must absorb the pitch of fire. You will be subjected to the test of fire in a moon. I would like to convey my resistance to you. A dragon that does not resist fire is not a dragon and must be eliminated. No exemption!

As soon as she had finished her sentence, we were carried like straw fetuses and stuffed with pitch... but this time it was worse.

There were solid pieces. And something got stuck between two teeth. I'm sure it's a gross thing.

we hung like water bomb balloons.

Our bellies were stretched the same way.

she'd throw us to the ground and we'd explode 100% sure.

I began to pray to all the saints that this nightmare would stop.

I wanted to vomit but I didn't control my body like when I was human. Reflexes and automatisms.

Perhaps an evolutionary trait of this species.

When I had some freedom of movement, I tried with my 3 clawed fingers to reach the stuck thing but I couldn't because of the wing membrane.

I said dragon but we are wyverns.

At the end of the tail, I had an elongated ball and a long retractable needle. A stinger!

What a horror, here I am, a scorpion on top of that!!!!!

I bet the others don't realize what it is!

I took a sharp piece of wood and managed to loosen the thing.

BEUARGHHH!

I made my first roar of anger!

GRAU!

Mother turned around with joy and kissed me with her disgusting tongue.

"Swallow" she said, "It's gold and very rare, it strengthens the scales"

It was a human finger with his wedding ring still on it.

I fell backwards, into the faint.

I was dreaming about my boyfriend Eric again.

I went to his house and he had just received his brand new 4 pro playstation with the VR headset.

Great, he tells me, I have a second one for you! we're going to have a ski race! My mom loved Eric very much and she gave me pies and cakes that she made so we could have a good time together. I liked Eric a lot but we stopped at kissing on the lip, not a tongue pass.

Then Eric kissed me and it was the tongue and then THE FORCE FEEDING, I woke up, angry, mother puking into us.

"Now for the best pieces! It came out and there was snow outside, a storm as the wind and blizzard blew into the cave. We were not at the entrance, we could guess the light but it was hot there, a fire well being installed there.

Mother then brought back frozen pieces with clothes on them and I recognized my arm and head.

She bit them and it made a noise that gave me a shiver that I will never forget.

My head was still wearing the woolen hat that Mom had knitted for me.

I began to moan at the horror I saw and was about to suffer.

I burst into tears and could say a first word: "no! no! no,,,,"

Mother was surprised, always chewing on my head bones from my previous body. "Mmh, how good, the young bipedal female for her Wistala" Crunch, croc, grinds...

say "Ahhhh, open your mouth and be a nice dragon!" asked the monster.

Come on, "Say Mom!"

Me: "MMM MMOsTre"

Come on, it's almost like that!

Me: "Mmaaster"! (monster!)

Come on, that's good, to reward yourself because you look more awake than your brothers you'll get the first pot.

She forced me with her mouth open.

"Come on, don't be difficult, you'll like it, it's the best part, the brains..."

UUURGHHHH

And she fills my stomach by force-feeding. I tasted myself and wondered how God could or creation let such a monster live.

"Come on, Wistala, be brave, you have to become like Mommy.!"

We grew up abnormally fast.

We weren't animals, but we were monsters!

How did she do it? How could the hunters or the police or the army not have killed such a terrible monster.

She and my brothers, I have to kill her! It's no longer possible!

And then these eyes and the other creatures. These are nightmares too.

I'm going to wake up, pinch my cheek, bite my tongue. No! The nightmare continues.

I feel like I'm being nurtured by Freddy Kruger!

Mom, Dad, Eric, help!