love the idea of my prideful self being forced to answer babyish questions.
"what does the cow say, little lily?"
"what a ridiculous question" i want to say. "you insult my intelligence."
i bite my tongue as my enraged responses float just behind my lips.
i look at you, arms crossed. you hold in your hand the remote to the shock collar so lovingly hugging my neck, finger over the button in the case that i get uncooperative due to repeated slights to my ego. punishing me brutally if i ever insist that i'm an adult.
"m-moo..." my meek, fearful voice finally lets out, only to be showered in praise about how smart i am for knowing my animal noises
being asked babyish questions with unfairly complicated twists that i absolutely won't know.
"okay, little lily, between what range of nanometers on the visible light spectrum does the frequency of this color lie?", showing me a flashcard with a red circle
with my last physics class being 5 years ago, i tremble and try to think.
screaming and writhing on the floor as the full-strength shock collar sends electricity into my neck
"awww, looks like little baby doesn't know her colors yet!" you mock while standing above me as i lose control and piss myself with tears streaking my face.
you mercifully let up, allowing me to pull myself back to a sitting position, wiping the saliva from my face and panting.
"okay, little lily, what is the average amplitude in decibels of the sound that this animal says?"
i haven't even caught my breath, i'm still sobbing when you show me a flashcard with a picture of a cow
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