This is more common than you think. My mother gave birth to me one cold day in Autumn and I was forgotten like yesterday's newsreel. I was trapped inside of a screened porch, unable to find water or food. I am sure it had to have been for several hours.

Eventually, some people found me and took me in. Since there was no record of my birth, I was given a new name and taken to a more hospitable place than outside in the cold. It's a shame that it had to come to this, but I suppose that's how life is.

This family had a nice bathroom, and they gave me a bath. Or so I thought, anyway. I was sat in the sink and they turned the water on. It was cold and I tried to climb out. But every time I reached the edge, they put me back in again.

The water went on, and then off again. Over and over they did this. They wanted to make sure I was right near the drain so I would go down into it. Eventually my strength gave out and I slipped into the drain. I could hear them laughing as my little eyes adjusted to the darkness.

By early the next morning, I had crawled back up to the drain and into the light once more. Just as I thought my survival was for certain, a huge white cock was brandished high above . Yellow piss gushed in a massive stream and quickly filled the sink enough to float me.

The piss burned and I released my only defense- a foul smelling odor that is kind of like cucumbers but smells more like sour ass. The guy with the cock laughed as I again slipped into the drain. I fucking hate being a stinkbug, no one likes me. Maybe tomorrow I'll make it out before another golden thunderstorm.

TL;DR- Abuse and fear.