"Eat it or die!"
He was kneeling on the floor in tears having been given a terrible choice. He had to either eat the huge pile of shit that was steaming in front of him or they were going to cut off one of his fingers.
He didn't want to lose a finger, but the shit stank and it was making his mouth water in a pre-vomit way.
A boot on the back of his head forced his face into the shit.
There was laughter has he started to chew, the tears streaming down his face.
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