My mother-in-law sent me to feed the hogs. As I got close to the pen, a voice pierced my ears: [Here she comes! I’m going to bite her damn face off!] [Trashy bitch, how dare she sleep next to my man last night!] [Hehehe, she has no idea that I’m the one her husband really belongs to.] I froze in my tracks. I looked at the hog in front of me, glaring at me. But it was a male. A boar. 01 I thought I must still be dreaming. After all, it was barely five in the morning, and it was still pitch black out. About an hour ago, my mother-in-law, Brenda, had been at our door, pounding on it like a battering ram. I had nudged my husband, Mike. He just grunted and rolled over, turning his back to me. He reeked of cheap beer and was snoring loudly enough to wake the dead. He hadn’t stumbled home until past two in the morning. I’d had to undress him and wipe his face; by the time I finally lay down, it was almost three. I shoved him a few more times, but he was dead to the world. Brenda’s screeching had already migrated from the house to the back porch. "I didn't raise my boy to marry a lazy bitch! Do I have to tell you to feed the damn hogs three times?!" I had no choice but to climb out of bed. 我 threw on an old, heavy coat and walked out. The hog pen was in the back lot, past a pitch-black alleyway between the barn and the shed. There were no lights, so I had to feel my way along the wall. The ground was uneven, and I stepped into several patches of deep, sucking mud. The feed bucket was sitting right by the gate of the pen. The smell of soured slop made me gag. I lifted the bucket and got close. That’s when the voice drilled into my ears, sharp and thin: [Here she is! Here she is! The bitch finally came!] I froze and looked around. Not a single person was in sight. I took two more steps forward. Inside the pen, a hog was staring at me. It was impossibly fat, covered in thick black bristles. Its tiny eyes were buried in folds of fat, gleaming with a murky, unsettling light in the darkness. It impatiently rooted at the trough with its snout. It let out two deep grunts, as if hurrying me. Then, that voice sounded again. This time, it was closer, as if whispered right into my ear: [What are you waiting for? Get in here! Once you’re in, I’m going to pin you down and chew you to death!] My hand jerked, and half the slop spilled out of the ladle. [Does the trash know something?] [The last one was smart, wouldn’t come in. I had to bite her arm and drag her through the mud!] [Hehehe...] [Dragged her back, pinned her in the trough, and started chewing from the feet up. Ate her for three days. God, that was the best!] The blood in my body turned to ice. Through the fence rails, I saw it clearly. A repulsive sliver of a human-like smile appeared on that hog's snout. It rooted at the trough again. [Come on! Get in here!] The voice sounded again, sticky and invasive, slithering into my ear. [Put your hand in here and feed me.] The bucket slipped from my hand and hit the ground with a deafening clang. Sour, rotting sludge splattered all over my jeans, the stench overwhelming. But I didn’t care about that. I could only stare at that hog. It was still smiling. Its massive, bloated body lay there, and beneath it, I saw two large, dragging testicles. It was a boar. I pinched my thigh hard. It hurt. I wasn’t dreaming. 02 I took two steps back. I found a long, hollow piece of PVC pipe. I scooped the feed, one ladle at a time, and poured it down the pipe into the trough from outside the fence. All the while, I kept my eyes fixed on the hog. Its half-lidded eyes suddenly snapped wide open. I distinctly saw a flash of shock on its ugly face. The voice drilled out again: [What’s going on? Why isn't the bitch coming closer?] [Don’t panic... don’t panic... think of a way to lure her in...] [Right, play sick! I’ll fall over in a second, and she’ll have to come in to check on me.] [When she gets close, I’ll pin her down. Pin her right in the muck!] [Hehehe, perfect, perfect!] I gripped the PVC pipe tighter. The hog began to eat. It took massive, sloppy bites, splattering rotten vegetables and soured water everywhere. After a few bites, it suddenly stiffened. Before it could even swallow, its eyes started rolling back in its head. White foam gushed from the corners of its mouth. Its four legs began to twitch violently. Its massive body slammed down into the manure, splashing a wave of black and yellow filth. I stood outside the pen, completely still. It was still convulsing, but its eyes were cutting sideways, looking straight at me. [Come on... come on... come in and look at me...] The mental voice sounded again. This time, it carried an undisguised smugness. [As soon as she’s in, I’ll jump her! I’m going to chew her face off!] I grabbed a heavy shovel leaning against the fence. I brought it down with all my might, right onto that hog's skull! The hog's whole body of fat shuddered, but it stubbornly refused to get up. But its mind screamed: [FUCK! The goddamn bitch hit me!!!] [It hurts so much, ow, why is she hitting so hard!] [Endure! She must be testing me. If I get up, she’ll know I was faking...] I raised the shovel again. Just then, a sharp, piercing shriek came from behind me: "What the hell do you think you're doing!" 03 I turned around. Brenda was standing behind me, the fat on her face quivering with rage. "You out of your mind?! Why are you hitting the stock!" The corner of the hog's mouth secretly twitched up. The voice slithered out, this time with unrestrained ecstasy: [Yes! My helper is here!] [This old bat isn't any good either! She only let Mike marry that bitch because she has money!] [Once I chew the bitch's face off, the old lady definitely won't blame me!] [She used to send those little tramps in to feed me, too. Wasn't that just so I could teach them a lesson for her?] [The last one got her face half bitten off. Went crazy. Hehehe...] I gripped the shovel tighter. It turns out I wasn't the first intended victim. Brenda rushed forward, reaching out to rip the shovel from my hands. "Why is it foaming at the mouth? It was fine before! How did it get sick the moment you fed it? "Did you poison it?!" I took a step back. "Brenda, I don't know. I just finished pouring the slop and it collapsed. I was trying to wake it up..." "Wake it up? You wake a hog with a shovel?!" Brenda grabbed my wrist in a vice grip. "How can you be so vicious! I just asked you to feed the damn thing, and you're trying to kill it!" Her fingernails dug into my skin, making me shudder in pain. "Get in there and check on it, now!" "I..." I glanced at the hog pen, my voice trembling. "Brenda, I won't. I'm scared..." "Scared of what!" Her voice was an ear-splitting screech. "You think this is just some ordinary hog? Mike raised this thing from a piglet! If anything happens to it, Mike is going to skin you alive!" She began dragging me toward the pen. I dragged my feet, moving as slowly as I could. The hog's inner thoughts echoed endlessly in my ears. [Come on in, hehehehe!] 04 Just as Brenda was about to shove me into the pen, she suddenly stopped. Her eyes were glued to something inside the pen. I followed her gaze. The hog was still lying in the muck. But right beside it, something yellow was gleaming. My solid gold bracelet. I had thrown it in there during the confusion earlier. Brenda’s Adam's apple bobbed. She swallowed hard, her eyes purely consumed by greed. The next second. Brenda had already scrambled into the pen. She bent down, her face right next to the hog’s snout, reaching out to grab the bracelet. 05 Right at that moment. The hog moved. It clamped its jaws wide, lunging at Brenda’s face! A piercing scream erupted from Brenda. It was a solid bite. The hog’s snout covered her entire face from above. Its upper teeth clamped into her eye sockets. Its lower teeth hooked under her chin. It began to chew with violent force. The hog began dragging her deeper into the pen by her face. Brenda struggled, thrashing wildly. The gold bracelet flew from her hand, rolled twice, and stopped right at my feet. I quickly picked it up. The hog’s inner voice was incredibly excited: [Bite! Bite! I’m going to bite this old bitch to death!!] [How dare she try to sleep in Mike’s bed! How dare she try to steal my man! I’m going to chew this face into pulp, let’s see how she acts then!] [Kill her! Kill her! Kill her!] Brenda clawed backward blindly, her nails digging into the hog’s nostrils. The pain made the hog bite down even harder. Its jaws ground together, crushing as if chewing through a piece of meat and bone. Brenda’s screams changed pitch, going from sharp shrieks to raspy gurgles, slowly fading into desperate gasps for air. Finally, she was silent. The hog still didn't let go. It held that head in its jaws and shook it from side to side. Brenda’s body went limp, swaying with the hog's movements. After a long while, the hog finally opened its mouth, huffing and puffing for air. Brenda lay there, face up, unrecognizable. There was nothing left but a mess of red and white pulp. Her nose was gone, her lips were gone, her gums were exposed, white and raw. The hog lowered its snout and rooted at her body. Then, it froze. Its tiny eyes suddenly bulged out. 06 The hog looked up. It locked eyes directly with me. The hog was stunned. Its mental voice was utterly confused: [How... what’s going on?] It looked down at the mess of flesh on the ground, then looked back up at me. Down. Then up again. [Why is this woman still standing outside?] [Then who did I just bite? I bit...] It nudged the hair on the corpse with its snout. The hair, matted with blood, was pushed aside, revealing the gray roots beneath. The hog’s eyes bulged even wider. [The... the old bat?] Its mental voice was trembling with terror. [Why was it the old bat!!] [I distinctly heard her tell the bitch to get in, why did she get in herself?] [I’m screwed, I’m screwed, I’m screwed...] [If Mike finds out I bit his mother, he’ll blame me. He was so dutiful, he listened to everything she said... If he finds out...] The hog looked up again, its eyes fixed on me. This time, the look was intensely malicious. [It was this evil bitch!!] [It was her!! She must have intentionally shoved the old lady in!] [I’m going to tear her apart!] The hog charged forward, slamming into the fence rails. The fence was sturdy and didn't budge. It snarled at me, teeth still stained with blood and flesh. But it couldn't get out. I turned and ran. I screamed as I ran: "Help! Help! Someone help me! Our hog is killing people! It’s eating people!!" Behind me, frantic, inhuman shrieks of rage erupted from the hog pen. I knew one thing clearly. This swine could not be allowed to live.
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