>>12127239Hamawari and Porka.
Imagine them as my slightly overweight country bumpkin daughters that never bathe and wear nothing but loose denim overall pants, wrestling in the mud and covered in muck every day.
'Round sunset I would call em in for dinner and they'd rustle and tumble in through the front door, smelling the grub I cooked up to fill their chubby bellies.
Then they'd fall asleep on top of each other in the living room after 5 minutes of watching the evening news, and I'd have to bring down the mattresses and roll them onto them and let them sleep downstairs, because they've grown too big for me to carry them.
Once I've had my fill of beer and TV I'd dim the lights and watch my 2 prize pigs snoring on the floor, and eventually fall asleep in my armchair.
At night I'd wake up in a cold sweat, alerted by a persistent tapping from the living room window, followed by scratching noises on my doorstep and a dull thud.
I instantly turned on the nearest lamp, and checked to see if my 2 girls were alright. They were still asleep, Polka drooling from her mouth onto Himawari's plump thighs. I breathed a sigh of relief.
I braced myself as I walked towards the front door, a feeling of dread washed over me as I turned the knob and swung it open.
A dead chicken. Neck twisted and mangled, feathers half plucked from its body, with a large chunk from its left side of its body missing. The doormat half-stained with its blood.
It was a sign.
It had been a year since it started. First the cows, then the pigs, and now this. That was the agreement, but I thought I could hold them off for a little longer and find a way out of paying my debt.
But They wanted more, and after tasting the pigs they seemed to grow more and more restless. The chickens just didn't sate Their hunger the same way, and this bird in particular was the last one,
No matter what, I had to survive. I had to live through the next winter, and I would finally be free. But now this, and it had been weeks ago since the chicks disappeared and the eggs stopped hatching.
I slumped against the doorway, sobbing in despair and frustration, knowing there was only one way. I stumbled back inside, and stood over my 2 beautiful girls, both peacefully asleep, ignorant of the gravity of the decision that weighed upon my shoulders. Which one of them could stomach to live with for the rest of my life, while still bearing the burden of my horrific actions. 
