please go easy. I had an idea and did it in 15 minutes at 1 AM.it's not good, just on theme. anyway, happy Thanksgiving to my fellow Americans! it won't be as good as a loli, but may the food and fun be plentiful!


STUFFED AND TRUSSED DAUGHTER

Little Sasha wiggled against the twine holding her in place, to no avail. The oven was dark and warming up, and her belly hurt so much from having her insides removed and the gap packed with stuffing. There was a cucumber that stretched her anus mercilessly, and the carrot in her cute preteen pussy had broken her hymen just a few minutes earlier. The apple in her mouth pushed her jaw far enough to hurt.


Sasha wasn’t old enough to have a firm grasp on the limits of the human body, it didn’t occur to her that she shouldn’t be alive, that when she had been woken that morning to her parents slicing her open, that should have been lights out. If she understood that, she’d have wished it to be so. But the drug in her dinner last night made her functionally immortal until it wore off, she had easily an hour of misery left, and it had not been that great of a day already.


Sasha didn’t hate her parents, didn’t hate them for cutting her open, defiling her in so many ways, for inflicting all of this pain, she was too confused, she couldn’t process. She just wanted to be rescued, pulled out of here and hugged. She wanted Mommy, who had Sasha’s liver in hand the last the girl had noticed. As it was, all Sasha could do was lie there and cry, breathing in the air that steadily heated until every breath seared her lungs. All of this in the pitch black of the cast iron oven, for the girl who slept with a nightlight.


Eventually the drug wore off and Sasha was allowed to find peace, not before being able to smell her own flesh and experience blindness and deafness when the heat killed nerves. Unaware and indifferent to the suffering of their daughter, the Mables had a delicious meal and were thankful for their many blessings. Right near the top was, with Frozen 2 out, they would be able to have the one thing they had asked their daughter for. One single goddamn waking hour without hearing ‘Let it Go’. Mr. Mable was glad that cannibalism was legal now and they could kill Sasha without being arrested and even get meat out of it, but even if neither of those had been true, he was 3 performances of that song from killing her regardless. One thing was certain as they ate Sasha and looked at the blizzard outside, the cold certainly didn’t bother her today.