You would refuse to allow this to become your new state of existence, but for now you needed to persevere in the face of possible death. You couldn't possibly enjoy yourself, but you needed to submit to stay alive. With a gulp, you tilted your head to one side and hesitantly lapped your tongue againstthe nasty-looking jam.
As it turned out, that toe jam was the source of the miasmic stench, and it tasted several times worse. You gagged, nearly retching up the mouthful you had consumed immediately. Surely you couldn't do it.
After a moment, you thought you heard the boy tauntng you from above. " You better get used to the taste of toe jam, because I'm not feeding you anything else!"
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