“Hey Dan, can we get a hamster?” I always wanted one but my room mate never thought that we would look after it. “Phil, we’ve talked about this, you wouldn’t look after it properly, you can hardly look after yourself!” He retorted. It wasn’t really in an angry way but he never even took into account that I was older than him and I lived by myself before him so getting a hamster wouldn’t be that bad. I decided not to argue. Dan was stubborn and wouldn’t change his mind. I was going into town later on anyway so I needed to get changed. I put on my usual of skinny jeans and a top on.

I finished getting the few pieces of food that Dan and I needed and was heading back to get the bus, when I walked past the pet shop. I couldn’t resist but walking in and I saw a cage with a small fluffy, black and white hamster in the corner. I looked at the price ‘£10’. It was too small and cute to say no to, so I bought it and a cage. I walked out just as my bus arrived. I paid my fare and hopped on. I couldn’t stop smiling my hamster was one of the best things I’ve ever done, or that’s what I thought.

I got home and shouted out to Dan “Dan! Come and see what I bought!” He bounced into the hallway of the front door
“What’s up?” I raised the cage with the furry ball curled up in the corner again. The expression on his face changed from a sweet and innocent smile to sick and twisted one, with an evil glint in his eye. ” I love it, I was completely wrong about saying no to getting one.” He sounded genuine, but there was something about the way he said it that made me feel un-easy. “So what’s it called?” Dan asked.
“Can we call him Striker please?” I’ve always loved that name, I don’t really know why.
“Sure.” His reply was cold and harsh, what was wrong with him? I shrugged it off and went into my room. It was only 9:00 but I was tired and fekt a bit ill. I pulled my P.J bottoms on and slipped into bed.

I woke up during the night, my body freezing cold and I was unable to move. I opened my eyes and they were wide with shock. I looked down and I was naked with ropes tieing me to a chair, and in the corner was a sinister looking Dan, that was also naked. “Morning sleeping beauty, I was wondering how cold the room had to be for you to wake up.” His voice sounded so fluffy and innocent but the words coming out weren’t. He was only wearing his fluffy brown hat, he pulled it off to reveal a small black creature sitting in it. Striker. What the fuck was he doing. I don’t normally swear but this situation was so confusing and I was terrifyed, what was Dan going to do to me? “D-Dan? What are you doing? Why am I tied up? Why-” I stopped when he moved towards me, his expression changed from being happy, like when I woke up, to murderous. “Don’t be scared Phil. We’re going to have some fun with Striker.” He cackled menisingly and showed off his erect member, making mine start to rise. He put the hat down, Striker still sitting in there, and faced it with his length the perfect height to aim into it. “Dan what are you doing, please stop.” He stormed over to me and gave me a rough kiss. “Everything will be okay, I promise.” Dan grabbed a gag from behind me and put it over my mouth. He walked back over to the hat and began to stoke looking over to me as he did so. After a short time his seed exploded into the hat, but he didnt stop there. He kept on going until the hat was filled up to the top. The white liquid was nearly spilling over the top and my poor hamster was barely able to breathe, it was doing the doggy paddle just to survive and all I could do is sit and watch. Dan grabbed the hamsters head and pushed it down in to his own sperm. After 5 minutes of his sick games, he pulled it back up, dead. He snapped the hamsters head off. The neck bones shattering and making me mumble that was supposed to be a scream. Tears flowed down my face and he squeezed the blood of Striker into the hat. He looked over at me, he was sick and twisted but also kind of sexy. He picked up the hat and moved towards me and with one hand undid the gag. “Open wide!” He said in a sarcastic tone, I did as I was told, I didn’t know what else was hiding behind me. He began to pour the sperm and hamster blood mixture into my mouth only for me to realise he had put my poor Striker back in there, head and body. The fluid tasted disgusting, partly because it had gone cold but also because I knew that it was my hamsters blood I was drinking. He pulled back half way through, not that I’m complaining, and said “Good little Phil, do I taste nice?” My eyes widened. What do I say? I was about to open my mouth when he slapped me, “Speak bitch.” wanted to raise my hand to my face, my cold face stung when his hot, sticky hand touched it. “You taste amazing Dan.” I maneged to choke out.