Slavery

There's a bit of gore in this story if you're sensitive to that, so please be aware of that before diving into the creepypasta!

I dusted the floors will my silky, bushy tail, sweeping aside the dirt and debris trekked into Jam-Mart Clothing by the tired paws of visiting shoppers. You might've thought that Jam-Mart Clothing didn't have workers, but you'd be wrong! Workers dusted, swept, mopped, restocked the shelves, and helped customers find what they were looking for. I personally loved my job there! It paid alright and I met many friendly animals through it. Being a fox, my tail was perfecting for sweeping, dusting, and mopping, and my delicate paws were surprisingly useful for organizing and such. After I finished dusting, I headed for the door when my boss called called me back in.

"Little!" he had called in his gruff voice. "You've been working very hard these last few months, and so I've decided to promote you to clothing creation and design. Would you perhaps like that?" my boss queried as he restocked the shelves. My eyes lit up with the idea! A promotion? Not only would I earn more gems, but I would be doing a new and perhaps exciting job!

"Of course!" I exclaimed, eagerly bouncing from paw to paw. He nodded and dismissed me. I headed home with high spirits, excited for my first day at my new job. I was sent a Jam-A-Gram from my boss that informed me that I'd be picked up by an escort tomorrow and taken to my new job, as the building where items were designed and created was off of Jamaa's maps. I barely slept a wink, waking up quite early in the morning to see a large, thickly built wolf outside of my den. Skipping outside hurriedly, I pulled on my pink candy cane socks, pink worn blanket and white flower crown, tripping and stumbling about my house. I was surprised to see the escort so early, but I supposed it wasn't so bad. I was awake early most mornings, anyways! "Hello, sir! Are you my escort?" I queried. He didn't speak, but rather nodded and started walking off at a brisk pace. Due to my smaller and more fragile legs, it was hard to keep up with the wolf, but I just managed by keeping at a medium jogging pace. We walked for a very long time until my paws were aching, which would probably get annoying due to having such a long time every morning, but I tried desperately not to complain.

"Here," the wolf said in a very deep voice, gesturing to a very old, broken down building. It was massive with a partially collapsed roof, making bricks missing from the walls. It was about an hour's walk away from Mt. Shiveer, off of the maps of Jamaa, just as my boss had said. He roughly shoved me inside, as if worried I'd run off it he didn't. Stumbling due to being pushed, I was forced into the old building, my fur ruffled and legs shaking a bit. I began to look around, but my eagerness ebbed away into fear rather quickly. Animals, tons of them, shackled up to the walls of the old buildings. It was always the hind left paw shackled. There wasn't any floors, rooms, hallways or stairways in the building; it was barely a building, but rather a single, massive room. Tearing my gaze away from the animals, I instead looking at the flower. It was filthy, dirt and a dried rusty substance smeared all over the floors. I didn't really want to know what the rusty substance was, but I had a feeling that it was dried blood. The wolf shut the door behind me, and I wheeled quickly, hurling myself against the door, but it didn't budge. I heard a soft click. He had locked me in this disgusting, moldy building with shackled animals lining the walls. Horror began to set in as I began to hyperventilate, struggling for each rushed inhale and exhale. I pressed my back up against the door, frightened. Where was I? This was not a promotion! This couldn't be my new job!

"Where is this place? He's locked me in here!  I'm not supposed to be here!" I wailed. My words echoed around the room, though very few animals lifted their heads, and those who did only shook their heads, as if they knew something I didn't and I was being foolish. Looking up at the partially collapsed roof, I noticed a figure peeking their head in. I couldn't tell who it was until the creature leaped down, falling through open air before landing in the center of the room. They were a massive tiger, wearing a proud red cape. Lifting their head, the tiger turned to face me, causing my heart to flutter with relief. "Oh, Sir Gilbert! Are you here to free me and the other animals here?" I whispered, bowing my head to the eldest alpha. Although, he did not speak, but instead approached me swiftly, biting down on the scruff of my neck and carrying my now struggling body over to an open space between another fox, and a small wolf. There was a rusty, uncomfortable shackle by the open space, which he then forced around my left hind-paw, causing me to yelp and whine in pain. "Stop it! Sir Gilbert, you're an alpha!  Why are you doing this?  Stop it, it hurts!" I screamed in panic, scrabbling to stop him, but I was helpless to the alpha's brute strength. Soon, I was shackled like the rest of the animals.

"You are new here. You shall not be addressed as she or he, but rather it, or slave.  You do not need a name now that you are here.  Each day, you will be given a list of items to make.  If you finish all of the items, you will be fed and left untouched.  If you fail to complete your list by sundown, you will suffer a punishment for your failure, as failures are disgusting and you must be taught to correct them.  If you refuse to work or try to escape here, you will be killed mercilessly.  Alphas are constantly observing your work during the day, so do not think it will be easy to escape unscathed.  Today, you will begin your work." Sir Gilbert said in a cold and monotone voice. "Here is your list. I advise that you finish it before sundown.  It would be a bad idea to make a bad impression on your first day," he continued. He briefly exited the building before returning with two limp eagle corpses and a small piece of paper covered in writing. He dropped the corpses and list in front of me. "These two eagles were killed for being disobedient. Now, get to work!" he jeered, walking back to the center of the room and watching the shackled animals work away. I didn't want to work, so I looked around the room. I had been too scared to pay attention earlier, but almost every single animal there was hunched over a corpse, tearing away at their fur, flesh, scales or feathers, creating items to be worn by other animals. I felt so ill by just looking around, so I turned to read my list. Ten headdresses. That was what the eagles were for. I realized that there weren't any bands to attach the feathers to, which made me sort of nervous.

"Here," the fox beside me side quietly. She pushed two bands over to me before returning to the decapitated raccoon head by her paws, eyes brimming with sadness. That fox didn't seem happy about any of this either. "What is your name? I know Gilbert said you had no name, but what was it before you came here?  My name was Rosy," she added softly.

"Thank you.." I murmured. "My name is Little. It's nothing special, but I've always sort of liked my name.  It's sort of nice to meet you, but I wish I had met you somewhere else.  Anywhere else," I continued. Slowly, I turned to the corpse, holding back vomit. It was overwhelming, all of it, and the smell alone was awful. The scent of rot, decay and mold was easily caught. Slowly, I began tearing feathers off the corpses, paws shaking horribly. I didn't want to be punished for not finishing the work. I was scared. So, so scared. The feathers were so soft, and sort of pretty, but I hated it as I sewed them onto the band of the headdress, face damp with frightened tears. I finished two headdresses, then three. It was less scary if I imagined the corpses were fake. Five headdresses down; Rosy was still offering me extra bands, and I would be dead without her. I finished the tenth headdress and pushed the plucked eagle corpses away from me, pulling my worn blanket over my head. I didn't want to see any of it, I just wanted to be back in my home, or at my old job. I lay like that for what seemed like hours in the almost silence of the room, until I heard footsteps coming closer and closer to me. My body began to tremble as I slowly lifting the worn blanket off of my head, watching as Sir Gilbert approached Rosy, the small wolf, and myself. He bent down, picking up the headdresses that I had made, before turning to Rosy, eyeing the three raccoon hats that she had made. Rosy began to shake.

"P-Please, Sir Gilbert, give me more time, I beg of you! I only needed to make three more, s-sir!  Please, oh, please!" she sobbed. Sir Gilbert tossed my headdresses aside, looking like crumpled heaps of feathers as they skidded across the filthy floor.

"Do not speak back. You have not completed your list.  You will be punished," he said as he tore her out of her shackles, tearing away at her flesh and fur. Where the shackle had been on her leg was raw and infected, puffy and smeared with blood. How long had she been in this horrible place? Sir Gilbert lifted a paw, his claws catching the sunset light that spilled through the partially collapsed roof, before swiping down on the left side of Rosy's face. His claws tore right through the flesh, tearing the eye right from the socket, the eye still speared on one of his claws. She hiccuped and sobbed, wailing in pain, blood seeping from the empty socket and savage cuts in her face. My breath was caught in my throat, not a single noise escaping my mouth. I couldn't speak or defend her. I was so terrified as the blood began the pool on the floor around Rosy, the hot and sticky liquid soaking my paws as I tried to wriggle and crawl away from her. "Open your mouth, slave. Do as I say or lose your other eye," Sir Gilbert continued. Rosy, still a horrible mess, opened her mouth, shaking terribly. The tiger alpha shoved the eye down her throat, the fox coughing and choking horribly as he stepped back, watching in satisfaction as the fox retched, trying to get it out by any means possible. Eventually, she vomited up the chewed and ruined eye. Sir Gilbert turned around without another word and retrieved the headdresses, carrying them to the center of the room as he began collecting the items, punishing those who hadn't finished what was on their list. I couldn't bare to watch, covering my eyes with my bloodied paws.

"I'm so, so sorry, Rosy.." I whispered to the fox. She had been the only one to speak with me. After Sir Gilbert had finished going around, he came around again with food, but a very pitiful amount. It was rotten fruit, the disgusting kind I would've thrown away if I were at home. But, I supposed that this was all I was going to be given. I had gotten what I assumed to be a rotten apple and a rotten banana. I passed the rotten banana to Rosy. "Here, have this. You need to eat something," I insisted. She dragged it closer to her, but her remaining eye was empty as she stared at the food. Rosy didn't make a move to eat it, and I guess I couldn't blame her.

A few weeks had passed since Rosy lost her eye. She was a diligent worker and rarely spoke to me anymore. I had so little company, I was surprised I hadn't gone mad. Slowly, I had begun trying to talk to the wolf beside me, but she wasn't too keen on speaking, or that's what I thought until she opened her mouth. Someone had ripped out her tongue. I tried so hard not to vomit. I did my work like a good little fox, and I got fed. But I hated it. I hated the alphas for doing this to us, I hated Mira for not saving us, and I hated myself for not helping anyone. Then, I finally decided I wouldn't allow this to go on anymore. I left my list and supplies on the ground, and refused to work, lowering my head onto my fore-paws and closing my eyes. Today, Cosmo was observing the animals, but he wasn't particularly interested in anyone else; he had noticed that I wasn't working. The koala alpha approached me slowly, grabbing me by my ear and lifting me into the air. "Work," he snarled, lips curling back to reveal his ridiculous teeth. I shook my head, 'no '. I wasn't going to work anymore! The alpha then tore my leg from the shackle, and I winced in pain. My leg was just as raw and infected as Rosy's leg had been. Would he be punishing me? No, no, Sir Gilbert had said those who refuse to work would be killed. He carried me into the center of the room, dropping me onto the floor. I made no move to run, as there was nowhere to run, anyways. He then unshackled four wolves, including the small wolf who had been beside me. "Your four slaves. Each of you grab one of it's limbs and pull as hard as you can.  If you refuse to pull, I will make you suffer the same fate.  Do not stop pulling until each limb is cleanly pulled off," Cosmo commanded. The wolves slunk forwards, most with hollow eyes, but the small wolf had pity in her gaze. They each sunk their teeth terribly deep into my flesh, and I could be a little bit of warm blood beading where they had bitten. Slowly, they began to walk in different directions, tearing off my arms and legs. I suppose you could call me crazy, but I didn't care about the excruciating pain I felt. I was going to be freed from this hellhole.

"I might die," I whispered, choking back a scream as one of my hind-legs was torn off, the flesh and tendons tearing as the bones crumbled and snapped. "But I'm going to die knowing everything that happened here. That you force innocents to work in this nasty hellhole and you slaughter them!  How many have you killed, Cosmo?  I'm going to come back, I'm telling you now.." I continued softly as one of my fore-legs was torn off. The room was completely silent, and only I spoke as my limbs were torn off, a massive pool of scarlet forming below my dying, crippled body. "I'm going to come back and haunt you along with everyone else that you caused the death of!" I shrieked, refusing to cry. I coughed out a bit of blood as another limb was torn off. Cosmo himself planted his foot on my back so the smallest wolf, who was having the most troubles tearing off my last limb, the leg that had been shackled, could tear it off. Finally, the final limb came off, and Cosmo lifted his foot, looking at my limbless, bleeding body. My vision wavered, the images distorting and darkening. I let out a nasty, wheezing laughter as darkness held me closer, the world around me fading away into nothingness.

I sort of wonder what twisted item they used me for.