The Goblin Nation 2 Hunger Strikes

I woke up to the warm embrace of my mother. My body trapped in by one arm while my head pressed in between two soft bosoms. The caretakers removed me of my rag last night, exposing me to the elements. I would have died in the cold night if not for the embrace of my mother. Sadly, she was forced to hold me close to her chest. This close embrace had no love, but I wasn't too bothered by it. She was raped and tortured by those goblins, and so it makes sense for her to have no love for the beast child she gave birth to and forced to care for.

"Good, you awake." My goblin caretaker said. "Feed now, newborn. Grow big and strong."

Excuse me? I have a name, you know. Well, even if she does know, she has no reason to try and use it since for all she knows, I could be dead by tonight. And no, that's no exaggeration. I looked at the center of the room and saw three dead goblin babies piled on top of one another. It seemed that they died overnight from the excruciating pain of their sudden growth spurt. I overhear one of the goblin caretakers with the curly red hair reprimanding the other caretakers for not removing the cloth that wrapped around the baby goblins. Because of the restricted s.p.a.ce swaddling provides, those baby goblins couldn't stretch out their limbs to alleviate the pain.

The goblin caretaker stopped lecturing the other three and turned her attention to the rest of the room. "Listen, caretakers!" She told the room. "By high noon, the babies will grow strong. So strong, they will crawl. And they will be hungry. Protect slaves from them. Don't let them eat breast. Restrain them! They can suckle, but no biting, clinging, digging!"

Digging? What exactly is she talking about? Are those goblin babies going to 'dig' on their mother's chest for milk or something? How will they even be able to do that. We are barely the size of a human baby. At least, from what I remember from my past life. In fact, am I even human. I think I was, and a strong one at that. I was used to be called the Catholic Bear by the neighborhood kids. No, that doesn't sound right.

Time pa.s.ses by as I continue to suckle on my mother's breast. Goblin caretakers would come now and then to feed the women. Over time, breast milk stopped coming out of my mother, but I continued to suckle as if it was a pacifier. The room was nearly silent if not for the sound babies sucking on their mother's breast. I closed my eyes and began to sleep.

"Mama, can I have some of those!"

"If G.o.d wills it."

"Mama, please."

"Do you want me to repeat it again?" She says, looking back at me. I couldn't see her face properly because the sun was casting down on her. "We have food at the house, and your papa sent you snacks from ████. We have plenty of food from home."

"But mama, I don't like those snacks from papa's work. I want snacks from here."

"No means no."

Please, who wants food from ████. It doesn't even sound like a real country. I click my tongue. "Did you just!" She said, with an intense tone. All I could think about at this moment was, oh oh.

Mama raises her hand over her hand and ready to smack me. "Sorry, sorry. I didn't mean it." I pleaded to her while shielding my face with my hands. She slowly put her hand down and kneeled to face me at an equal eye level. Her eyes were a beautiful shade of brown.

"Listen." She said with a soft tone. I can see her expression now. She looked calm and serene. Her smile was gentle and her complexion so flawless, with not a single blemish in sight. "It's ok to be greedy sometimes. I know I have. But not everything can be handed to you on a plate. You must work hard to get what you want. And work even harder to keep them. Sure, maybe there's a genie somewhere that can grant your wish. But a genie is a fire demon, and it won't give you your wish if you can't stand its flames. Now let's..."

*SMACK*

I opened my eyes from the sheer shock of the impact. I was on the floor, face down. I try to push myself up with my arms, and miraculously, I pushed my body up. Oh, wait, that caretaker did say we'll be able to crawl soon.

*GRRRR*

What was that? I looked down and saw that my stomach was rumbling. I'm hungry, and I need food. "Feed me! Feed me!" All of the baby goblins cried. We were all piled together in the center of the room. In front of us were our mothers. "Want to feed. Then crawl. Crawl to your slave mother's breast. Feed off them!" Commanded the red hair caretaker.

"I must feed! Ahhh!" I screamed as I struggle to pull myself closer to my mother. My stomach burns as it continued to growl at me. My arms stretched and pulled me closer and closer to my food. The light pa.s.sing through the cracks on the ceiling acted as a spotlight. My mother was blanketed with light. She was beautiful, serene, and delicious.

"Feed me!" I yelled. My claws dug through the ground. My legs ached with pain as it tries to push further. But it did not matter. All that was in my mind was that I was hungry. I need to breast milk, or I will starve. My stomach begins to contract. I can't waste a single minute; I have to get to my mother. I need to feed.

Finally, I reached my prize. I climbed up her belly and crawled my way to her breast. I grabbed her breast and was about a bite onto her nipples when I saw her face. Her eyes were filled with fear and disgust, but her face had no expression. She looked like a corpse. Her cheekbones were poking out, the eyes were sunken in, and her lips were dry and brittle. Dirt, dried mucus and blood, and soot dotted her face. That smile I saw in my dream. The memory of my past mother. Will I ever witness that gentle smile again.

My stomach continued to growl. I felt a stinging, burning pain in my abdomen. I need her breast milk now, but I have to have to be gentle. I Let go of her breast. Some marks were left where my claws dug into the fat.

"Rock stop! Let go!" I turned around. Just across to my mother and me was a goblin baby fighting off three caretakers. His teeth cut deep into his mother's breast. Rock, huh. For someone that's barely two days old, his h.e.l.l of a monster.

Rock began to claw through his mother's breast in search of breast milk. Blood splattered across the walls and the floor. Rock screamed out of frustration while 2 of the caretakers reached out to grab his arms. He started to look around the room. He noticed that all the other goblins were already suckling but me. He looked like he was in pain, but that didn't stop him from pushing the caretakers away from him. He got off his mother's lifeless body and began to run in all four towards me.

f.u.c.k.