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You wake up at dawn. You're cold, cramped, and your horn itches. You reach to scratch it, but are stopped by a) your arm being too fat to lift that far, b) your belly blocking access and c) Fred walking in. You don't know which is worst.
Fred stalks in, his bad mood back with a vengence. He picks up a left-over cream donut and pushes it at your mouth. You shrink away. He grunts, satisfied. He pulls a chair up and sits opposite you. "Right, step 2." he says grimly, "Motivation. Do you know how disgusting someone this fat looks?"
He proceeds to insult you for 3 hours solid, sometimes just laughing in your face. He doesn't stop at your weight. Oh no. Fred waxes scornful on other things. He estimates your worth (not a lot); his opinion of you (less); your chances of making friends and of surviving to 30 (both slim- unlike you!) All the while his eyes bore into yours, denying any escape from what he's saying. They hold anger and disgust, but not a shred of pity or friendship for you to cling to.
Finally running out of steam, Fred stops. The echoes burn in your mind, though. You don't cry. You haven't cried. This may have made Fred's opinion of you go up, but then, so would your death, you guess.
He brings his face close to yours. "I'm tempted to walk out that door and leave you to it," he says, "but unlike you, I don't give in to my weaknesses. If you want to get thin, I'll help, but if you fail again, I'm gone. OK?"
You can only nod.
"Choose."
Written by Lupine