The maggot sighs in contentment as you rub its stomach. "Feels good refu..." Eventually, a spray of foul-smelling guacamole is released from its tail slit, and it sighs in happiness again. It falls asleep, until placed on the cold, wire-mesh floor of the opposite cage.
The mother takes this as a sign acceptance, not knowing of their impending doom. "Yay! Mr. Man is good after all, de!" She runs toward you, likely expecting to get a head rub. Instead, you lift her up by the waist. She still suspects nothing, striking the standard "cute" pose, though her large girth makes this seem even more grotesque than is normal. "Am I not cute, desu~n?"
Her smile fades to confusion as you place her arm on the rough wooden cross you prepared earlier. "De?" She finally understands what's going to happen when you place the sharp point of a pin on her arm and push.
The pin slides through easily, and impales itself into the wood, leaving the arm stuck. You repeat the process with the other three limbs, and hang the cross (with passenger) over the maggot's cage. The maggot is soon sprayed with he panicked, crucified mother's excrement. Not that it minds. In fact, it completely ignores her plight, and instead feeds upon the delicious feces. Saves you the trouble of cleaning the cage, anyway...
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