From bad to worse

The truth was that he was feeling much better: he was still tired, even if he had slept for many hours, but at least he could sleep, his stomach now accepted food and he felt most of his strength (though little) restored. Frollo's potion had actually worked on him! It would take some time to forget...well, all the matter. But he was doing fine in his opinion. That is why he felt good enough to leave his bed and sit by his door.
It was then when he saw him.
Piglet was not very fond of that so called Honest John. He still thought he was the rudest fox he had ever met...Well, and the only. But Dug was with them and if Dug was involved in the matter nothing bad could happen to him, right? In fact, Honest John had come to apologize for his behaviour. That was pretty nice of him, wasn't it? At least that was what Piglet wanted to think...
There he was, in a sack, in the hands of someone who hated him, thanks to those thoughts.
His desperation was such and he had begged for help for so long that his throat could not let out one more single sound. All he could do now was to wait and see what he wanted to do with him, like a pig being dragged to the slaughterhouse...

_{((As we say in Spain, he is going from Guatemala to Guatepeor.} I am pretty sure that Piglet did horrible things in a past life, poor little fellow.

The plot: comments.deviantart.com/1/4714…

Dug's journal about it: fav.me/d7sp1yl
Honest John's: fav.me/d7sp5k4))