The Routine Continues Like This For Months
My name is Phil Tiny
chapter 18
by
copier
· original author:
mikegarr12
Phil continued to recieve this treatment from Priscilla for months. after a couple weeks, Priscilla told him that his mother had ended the search for him and moved to Europe. "Its like you were the onlt one holding her back" teased Priscilla. Phil had begun to cry, but Priscilla made many rules for him, and one of the rules wan no crying allowed. The punishment for crying was for Phil to stand up straight on Priscilla's desk, and she would flick him on his balls, causing immense pain. Phill had received the crying punishment three time that night.
As the months drew on, Phils heath grew worse and worse. All of the physical and mental torture inflicted by Priscilla made him tired and weak. for most of the day, Phil was breathing in Priscilla's filthy air, and occationally flatulence. she fed him scrapes from the garbage, so he was always malnourished and sick. One day, after Priscilla removed him from her butt, and held him in in her hand, staring down at him. "how does it feel? she asked with a small smile on her face " to be at my mercy. Only because you are small and helpless.Haha I get such a kick out of it" she was really enjoying her self. "How do you feel about it? " she asked again. When Phil did not answer she comanded: "answer me, stinky" (this was her pet name for him) Phil looked up, and stared her straight in the face and said...
As the months drew on, Phils heath grew worse and worse. All of the physical and mental torture inflicted by Priscilla made him tired and weak. for most of the day, Phil was breathing in Priscilla's filthy air, and occationally flatulence. she fed him scrapes from the garbage, so he was always malnourished and sick. One day, after Priscilla removed him from her butt, and held him in in her hand, staring down at him. "how does it feel? she asked with a small smile on her face " to be at my mercy. Only because you are small and helpless.Haha I get such a kick out of it" she was really enjoying her self. "How do you feel about it? " she asked again. When Phil did not answer she comanded: "answer me, stinky" (this was her pet name for him) Phil looked up, and stared her straight in the face and said...
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March 24, 2025
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