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These diminutive beings were known for their savage ways, their rituals steeped in ancient traditions that often seemed cruel to outsiders. One fateful day, as the sun cast dappled light through the canopy above, the pygmies stumbled upon a lost soul in their territory—a poor mouse boy who had strayed far from his home.\n The pygmies, with their bristling fur and glinting eyes, surrounded the trembling mouse boy. Their leader, a burly figure with a scarred face and a wicked glint in his eye, stepped forward. With gruff orders, the pygmies forced the mouse boy to strip naked, his body shivering in the cool jungle air. Then, with a menacing spear, they prodded his hindquarters, urging him to march towards their village, a collection of crude huts hidden amidst the towering trees.\n As they entered the village, the pygmies set to work on their new captive. They sized him up, their sharp eyes taking in every detail of his form. They fattened him up with fruits and nuts, their hands rough as they pressed morsels of food into his mouth. They cleaned him up, bathing him in a cold stream that ran through the village, their laughter echoing off the water.\n Once the mouse boy was plump and cleansed, the pygmies turned to tenderize him. They laid him down on a bed of leaves and herbs, their small hands kneading his flesh with surprising strength. Then, with a flourish, they flavored him, adorning him with a belt and necklace made of colorful vegetables. They pierced orange slices onto his nipples, the citrusy scent mingling with the earthy aroma of the jungle. A carrot was cruelly inserted into his backside, earning a muffled cry of pain from the mouse boy, while an apple was shoved into his mouth, gagging him with its sweetness.\n The climax of their macabre ritual came when the pygmies placed the mouse boy on their tribe's ancient grill. The logs crackled as they were lit by a torch, the flames leaping high into the air. The mouse boy lay on the grating, his skin starting to sizzle and brown under the intense heat. While he roasted on one side, the pygmies set to work, basting him with a mixture of sauces and juices, their hands moving with practiced precision. They seasoned him with a blend of herbs and spices, the pungent aroma filling the air. Finally, they sprinkled him liberally with salt and pepper, the sharp tang of the seasoning making the mouse boy's skin tingle.\n As the mouse boy cooked, the tribe's other chef prepared a big salad to accompany their main course. The vibrant colors of the vegetables stood in stark contrast to the darkening form of the mouse boy on the grill. The pygmies moved with a well-rehearsed choreography, their movements swift and sure as they readied their meal.\n The poor mouse boy, his eyes wide with terror, could scarcely believe his deadly fate. He had never imagined that his journey through the jungle would lead him to such a gruesome end. The pygmies, with their wild eyes and sharp teeth, watched with hungry anticipation as the mouse boy neared perfection on the grill. It wouldn't be long before he was served up on a silver platter, a tragic feast for the savage tribe.\n As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows across the village, the pygmies sat down to their meal. The mouse boy, now a golden-brown masterpiece, was brought forth on a large platter, garnished with sprigs of herbs and slices of fruit. The pygmies raised their spears in a silent toast, their eyes gleaming with excitement.\n With a final, mournful cry, the mouse boy was devoured by the ravenous pygmies, his flesh tender and succulent. The tribe feasted under the stars, their bellies full and their spirits high. 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   The pygmies, with their bristling fur and glinting eyes, surrounded the trembling mouse boy. Their leader, a burly figure with a scarred face and a wicked glint in his eye, stepped forward. With gruff orders, the pygmies forced the mouse boy to strip naked, his body shivering in the cool jungle air. Then, with a menacing spear, they prodded his hindquarters, urging him to march towards their village, a collection of crude huts hidden amidst the towering trees.
   As they entered the village, the pygmies set to work on their new captive. They sized him up, their sharp eyes taking in every detail of his form. They fattened him up with fruits and nuts, their hands rough as they pressed morsels of food into his mouth. They cleaned him up, bathing him in a cold stream that ran through the village, their laughter echoing off the water.
   Once the mouse boy was plump and cleansed, the pygmies turned to tenderize him. They laid him down on a bed of leaves and herbs, their small hands kneading his flesh with surprising strength. Then, with a flourish, they flavored him, adorning him with a belt and necklace made of colorful vegetables. They pierced orange slices onto his nipples, the citrusy scent mingling with the earthy aroma of the jungle. A carrot was cruelly inserted into his backside, earning a muffled cry of pain from the mouse boy, while an apple was shoved into his mouth, gagging him with its sweetness.
   The climax of their macabre ritual came when the pygmies placed the mouse boy on their tribe's ancient grill. The logs crackled as they were lit by a torch, the flames leaping high into the air. The mouse boy lay on the grating, his skin starting to sizzle and brown under the intense heat. While he roasted on one side, the pygmies set to work, basting him with a mixture of sauces and juices, their hands moving with practiced precision. They seasoned him with a blend of herbs and spices, the pungent aroma filling the air. Finally, they sprinkled him liberally with salt and pepper, the sharp tang of the seasoning making the mouse boy's skin tingle.
   As the mouse boy cooked, the tribe's other chef prepared a big salad to accompany their main course. The vibrant colors of the vegetables stood in stark contrast to the darkening form of the mouse boy on the grill. The pygmies moved with a well-rehearsed choreography, their movements swift and sure as they readied their meal.
   The poor mouse boy, his eyes wide with terror, could scarcely believe his deadly fate. He had never imagined that his journey through the jungle would lead him to such a gruesome end. The pygmies, with their wild eyes and sharp teeth, watched with hungry anticipation as the mouse boy neared perfection on the grill. It wouldn't be long before he was served up on a silver platter, a tragic feast for the savage tribe.
   As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows across the village, the pygmies sat down to their meal. The mouse boy, now a golden-brown masterpiece, was brought forth on a large platter, garnished with sprigs of herbs and slices of fruit. The pygmies raised their spears in a silent toast, their eyes gleaming with excitement.
   With a final, mournful cry, the mouse boy was devoured by the ravenous pygmies, his flesh tender and succulent. The tribe feasted under the stars, their bellies full and their spirits high. And as the last morsel of the poor mouse boy disappeared, the jungle fell silent once more, the only sound the crackling of the dying embers in the fire pit.", "pools_count": 0, "title": "Mouse Grilling", "deleted": "f", "public": "t", "mimetype": "image/png", "pagecount": "1", "rating_id": "2", "rating_name": "Adult", "ratings": [ { "content_tag_id": "4", "name": "Sexual Themes", "description": "Erotic imagery, sexual activity or arousal", "rating_id": "2" }, { "content_tag_id": "5", "name": "Strong Violence", "description": "Strong violence, blood, serious injury or death", "rating_id": "2" } ], "submission_type_id": "12", "type_name": "Writing - Document", "guest_block": "t", "friends_only": "f", "comments_count": "0", "views": "54" }