2 Hunger Strikes (1/2)
I woke up to the warm embrace of my mother. My body trapped in by one arm while my head pressed in between two soft bosoms. The caretakers removed me of my rag last night, exposing me to the elements. I would have died in the cold night if not for the embrace of my mother. Sadly, she was forced to hold me close to her chest. This close embrace had no love, but I wasn't too bothered by it. She was raped and tortured by those goblins, and so it makes sense for her to have no love for the beast child she gave birth to and forced to care for.
”Good, you awake.” My goblin caretaker said. ”Feed now, newborn. Grow big and strong.”
Excuse me? I have a name, you know. Well, even if she does know, she has no reason to try and use it since for all she knows, I could be dead by tonight. And no, that's no exaggeration. I looked at the center of the room and saw three dead goblin babies piled on top of one another. It seemed that they died overnight from the excruciating pain of their sudden growth spurt. I overhear one of the goblin caretakers with the curly red hair reprimanding the other caretakers for not removing the cloth that wrapped around the baby goblins. Because of the restricted space swaddling provides, those baby goblins couldn't stretch out their limbs to alleviate the pain.
The goblin caretaker stopped lecturing the other three and turned her attention to the rest of the room. ”Listen, caretakers!” She told the room. ”By high noon, the babies will grow strong. So strong, they will crawl. And they will be hungry. Protect slaves from them. Don't let them eat breast. Restrain them! They can suckle, but no biting, clinging, digging!”
Digging? What exactly is she talking about? Are those goblin babies going to 'dig' on their mother's chest for milk or something? How will they even be able to do that. We are barely the size of a human baby. At least, from what I remember from my past life. In fact, am I even human. I think I was, and a strong one at that. I was used to be called the Catholic Bear by the neighborhood kids. No, that doesn't sound right.
Time passes by as I continue to suckle on my mother's breast. Goblin caretakers would come now and then to feed the women. Over time, breast milk stopped coming out of my mother, but I continued to suckle as if it was a pacifier. The room was nearly silent if not for the sound babies sucking on their mother's breast. I closed my eyes and began to sleep.
”Mama, can I have some of those!”
”If God wills it.”
”Mama, please.”
”Do you want me to repeat it again?” She says, looking back at me. I couldn't see her face properly because the sun was casting down on her. ”We have food at the house, and your papa sent you snacks from ████. We have plenty of food from home.”
”But mama, I don't like those snacks from papa's work. I want snacks from here.”
”No means no.”
Please, who wants food from ████. It doesn't even sound like a real country. I click my tongue. ”Did you just!” She said, with an intense tone. All I could think about at this moment was, oh oh.