#and by heavy drinking i mean like.. five cans of hard seltzer and i shared three of those with my friend 💀

[manic-pixie-mayhem444]

Writing warm up.

Valdemar: This is Volta 069. If you can eat more than her then ill let you out of that little cage.

Having not eaten for days Julian expects no competition. How much could this tiny little lady possibly eat?

Normaly he would make a sly quip but having been starved for three days he only feels pain. He doesn't have the energy to speak.

Instead he just smirks at the odd proposal.

Valdemar: Do you accept my challenge?

Julian: When I was training under doctor satrinava we worked with these orphaned children. They were starved hadn't eaten in days. I of course brought oranges with me to protect against the scurvy. I thought I might share some with the children you see? But doctor Satrinava told me-

Valdemar: DO YOU ACCEPT?

Julian's stomach growls on cue. Not such a coincidence as its been groaning for three days straight.

Julian: I accept.

He's locked in a little room with two tables and two chairs. Each table is piled high with food. A little lady sits strapped to one chair her hands bound behind her. She's salivating like a dog.

Valdemar leads Julian to the other chair and straps him in.

Valdemar: Whoever eats everything on their table first will be released and given the prize.

Julian: Oh there's a prize? I'm not sure I like the sound of that...maybe If you were a bar made or say perhaps a magi-

Valdemar: Shut up and eat 069. Your opponent has all ready begun.

Valdemar has already unstrapped Volta's hands and she proceeds to dive face first into a blueberry pie.

Julian cautiously takes a bowl of porridge, something that will be easy on his malnourished stomach.

It feels good, warm, his stomach feels tight and empty but some how this room temperature porridge is soothing.

This is a competition though. He's nearly forgotten in the coma of his comfort food. He reaches for the top of the pile and also takes a blueberry pie.

He has no utencils to eat with. The porridge he could just tilt down his throat but this is solid food. His arms are fastened to the table at the elbows to insure he doesnt try to escape.

He lifts his hands up and turns toward to valdemar

Julian: Do you mind

With a roll of their eyes Valdemar removes Julian's gloves. Anything to hinder his progress.

Julian: You're most kind.

Valdemar: EAT!

Behind Valdemar Voltas pile of food has all ready been significantly reduced.

Julian hiccups as he shoves his last handful of blueberry pie down his throat.

It doesn't find its way easily. And the sudden sugar rush has him a little woozy. He should probably counter it with something healthy.

A chicken leg, he takes and tears it apart. It's tough and dry. He needs something to drink but there is nothing near by. An orange rolls from the pile and he takes it and peels it with his greezy hands. Its the closest thing he has to wash something down.

He squeezes each slice over his mouth before. Dropping down his throat.

Valdemar: Hurry Devorak. Your opponent is gaining on you.

Speaking of gaining now that the poridge and pie have settled Julian's deprived stomach is starting to feel a little full.

This is about the point he would end a normal meal but there is still a good 75 percent of the pile left to eat.

He decides its best to eat the heavy stuff first that way it will be easier to pack in the little things like cupcakes and beats at the end.

He attacks three sandwiches first, eating them faster than he thought he could. Next is a generous slice of chocolate cake. He's trying not to swallow more air than food to save room but it proves an ineffective strategy. He cracks open a pickle jar and begins to munch them two at a time. Three at a time.

The restraints are pressing into his bubbling stomach. He wishes he could move his hands to rub it but his arms won't bend that way because of the restraints.

Julian: *EEEERRRUUPPP* I feel sick.

Valdemar: Your opponent is almost done devorak. If you dont want to be chained up here forever I encourage you to continue.

Julian winces at a vinegar and chocolate flavored burp.

He begins to peel the five or six hard boiled eggs infront of him. He slurps them down one after another. His stomach is pushing through the gaps in the restraints.

A cramp twists in his lower stomach.

Julian: UGH

Volta: Done! Oh please. Oh please let me have me have his I'm so verry hungry.

How, how can she possibly be hungry? Julian peels another orange and remember the rest of his encounter with the orphaned children.

Dr.Satrinava had told him not to feed them too many. Their tummys were weak from starvation and they wouldn't be able to digest a lot at a time.

An unsavory growl rose from Julian's chest and manifested as a belch.

Julian: Does this mean I can stop?

Valdemar: Do you want to be free?

Julian: I thought freedom was the prize?

He was beginning to hope Valdemar had some seltzer water as a consolation prize.

Julian struggled to lay his head between his elbows. His swollen belly gargling pie and eggs and pickles and none of it was sitting well at all.

Volta: No. No. Its more food. Surely its more food.

Julian moaned.

Valdemar: oh no. Its something much better.

From their coat they produced a shiny knife.

Volta: For cutting right? Is it for cutting me a slice of pie or cake?

Julian was having difficulty stomaching words pertaining to food. Voltas enthusiasm was the icing on the cake.

He was having a nauseous staring contest with the cupcakes in front of him.

Surely he'd be sick.

Valdemar: Not for slicing food.

Volta face fell but Julians brightened with curiosity.

Valdemar: But when our Dr here finishes all the cupcakes I have so generously provided for him you can have all the food you want.

Volta: *gasp* yes yes he must eat. Oh doctor you must. I'm starving.

Valdemar picks up a cupcake and brings it to Julian's lips.

Now that there is a knife involved Julian isn't sure he wants to risk disobeying.

He struggles through every last cupcake. And nearly loses it as Valdemar spins his chair around to cut him free of the restraints.

Julian: hrng!

His stomach is significantly larger, bloated, full, and gurgling unpleasantly. The cramp has spread upward into his chest.

Finally free Julian rubs his tinder stomach.

*Glurp*

Julian: Did-did I eat all of that?

Valdemar: Not quite.

The devilish courtier unscrews the lid on the pickle jar.

Julian: its empty

Valdemar: Ide look again if I were you.

Julian nearly gags

Julian: The juice? You want me to drink the juice?

Valdemar: if you want to be free 069, you must consume everything.

Julian chugs the jar of pickle juice. It dribbles down his neck, the vinegar burning his cuts and scrapes from being bamged around inside a cage.

An awful burp threatens him when hes finished.

Valdemar cuts the last of the restraints digging into Julian's belly.

Ohhh his belly. His achy nauseous belly. Its so full it hurts so much. He's sweating with pain. He may be free but he can't move.

*Bluuurrrrppp*

The burp does nothing to settle his stomach.

Julian: Make it stop.

He grimaces and leans forward hugging his stomach.

Several burps rise from his gut each louder and wetter than the last.

Valdemar: Oh dear Volta it seems our doctor has eaten himself sick.

Volta: Its all because he didn't share

Volta whales.

Valdemar: of course the best way to unstuff something is to take out the stuffing.

Valdemar hands Volta the knife.

Volta: Oh is there stuffing? Stuffing and turkey?

Each time she mentions food Julian's stomach grows weaker. He's so nauseous that he's almost unconscious. Before he realises what they are discussing the cold edge of the knife is pressed against his taught stomach.

Julian: Do your worst.

Volta presses the point into his belly and a crimson drip slides down to his navel.

Julian Winces with an Oof and bights his lip.

Julian: Feels good

He's lying. An acidic burp gets stuck in his throat and he starts to cough.

Valdemar: What are you doing?