CW: Drug smuggling

His ‘parents’ continue to encourage to keep pushing. Telling him to think of the potty as he slowly find himself unable to breath.

It feel overwhelmingly nice as he became weaker after each push, Feeling his parents’ hands holding his legs up and ready to collect what he is convinced to eat earlier before crossing the gate.

Eventually, it start coming out, one ‘ball’ after another with poop rushing out in-between. But He’s too tired to get the rest out.

With his conscious almost faded out into endless slumber, his ears heard the sentence from mother.

“…Get me the knife.”