"Wakey, Wakey!" The tormentor returns to my sight, despite my desperate attempts to erase her from my mind. She wears a sadistic grin much like the one's from yesterday. That day had been a strange one for me; but now it's in the past. As she looks over my cage, and slowly reaches for her keys; I notice a change in her appearance. She's wearing a white t-shirt that's a little too large for her and grey yoga pants that grip her butt tightly. My ears perk at the sound of gears turning and metal clanking as my cage opens. Deciding not to put up a fight, I allow myself to be picked up by her giant hands. She looks at me with surprise, but then shows her dissapointment as she silently stares at me.
Hearing her sigh, she lifted me up and surprisingly placed me on her shoulder. From there, I saw the world from her eyes. A giant plane of lights and wonders. I saw the cob webs on the walls, the grime and dirt on the floor, and the blight flourescent light that blinds me everytime she flicks the light switch.
"Hang on to me." She said nonchantly, "If you fall, I'll just step on you and be on my way." She begins to walk and I grip her shirt like my life depends on it. For every step she takes, I can feel myself bouncing around on her shoulder, and gripping her shirt tighter and tighter to not lose my grip.
"Ouch." She yelpped in pain, "What are you trying to do, give me a cramp?" She looks over on her shoulder, glaring daggers at me. I wanted desperately to stare her back in the eyes, but look away instead. To the corner of my eye, I can see her smirk a little; and soon my environment changes as she walks up a staircase. I saw silky white walls, and a graniet countertop. Over to my left is a fancy silver sink white two nobs. One of the left reads "hot" while the right one reads "cold." The catgirl takes me off her shoulder and places me on the cold countertop below. Instantly, my feet jolt with the sudden cooolness of granet touching the soles of my feet. I can feel my body temperature fall with each step I take. The catgirl smiles, stiffling a laugh; and opens the fridge.
"What's there to eat in here?" she mumbles as she rumages through the fridge. The clank of pots and containers make my ears wince in pain. Digging through the fridge, she begins to pull out various cheeses, dips, and meat. Placing them on the counter, she goes back to find condiments. Your mouth begins to salivate at the cheeses and meat. Fresh gouda, swiss and pepperjack cheese laid out in front of me; along with ham, turkey, and roast beef perfect for eating. The catgirl carries out an array of snacks to the living room down in front. She places each snack on the table along with bread; and then grabs me gently be the neck. In a few steps, she places me in a cup holder in the couch; and plops down herself.
"Auggh, so tired." She mutters, she twists and turns her body and I hear the popping of her bones. Greedily, however, I look at the snacks she has laid out in front. Trapped inside the cup container; she reaches for the tv remote and lazily flips through channels.
Surprisingly, I didn't feel tension in the air. Normally, she's cruel and sadistic. Her idea of entertainment has no limits when dealing with my kind. Sometimes, she'd have me battle it out with other captives. Put me in a maze and make me race each other to the finish lines. Rarely though, she'd give out random questions. Get them wrong, and I might end up in her stomach. The catgirl was like a loose cannon. Clickling channel by channel, the catgirl looks at me eyeballing the food, and reaches for a bag of potato chips.
"I'm not doing this for you. I'm just hungry." She said as she pulls out a bag of Sour Cream and Cheddar potato chips. Opening the bag, we both engulf the scent of cheddar cheese and sour creme. It was almost if both were right there in front of me ready for consumption. She pulls out a oddly curved potato, looks at me, and slowly hands it over. I reach out, cautious at first, but slowly go for it. When the chip is just within my reach, she swipes it away, engulfing it. I'm astonished at the sight of her munching away on the potato chip. My potato chip and sulk in the canister as my belly grumbles for food. Her giggling only makes me feel more embarrassed, but she looks down dispondent. Begrundgingly, she rumages through the bag and hands me practically crumbs from the bottom along with a tinier chip.
"Here." She said without looking my way, "I'm only doing this because you look so pathetic." I can hear the reluctance in her voice but smile anyway. I grasp the chip, only realizing that it's twice my size. Thin but big. With no hesitation, I bite into the chip. Crumbs fall into my container, but I'm so overjoyed that it doesn't bother me. The taste of Oven roasted cheddar and delicious cold sour cream layers my mouth in a symphony of flavor. It'd been so long since I've tasted fresh food. With a second bite of the chip, my grin only spreads. The catgirl looks at me, laughing at the way I eat. Confused, I look at her and she reaches towards me. The instant response is to back away, but she only wipes my mouth.
"Relax" she said without hesitation and looks at me like a mother would her own child. With nothing but love and compassion. Time seemed to freeze. We both share a moment and it almost seemed like I were back at home. With my old owner who would shower me with praise and affection. Zoe was her name. She would kiss and hug me every time I came home. Even though I were nothing but a mouse and she was a cat. Affection would be all I received, despite all the dangers there were between Catgirls and Mouse boys. Now I was too far away for her to even whisper her name. With that thought, I slowly begin to cry.
"Aww, Quit Crying you big baby." said the catgirl as she reaches in her yoga pants pocket. She pulls out her phone, and begins texting away. The sudden clack clack clack as her fingers hitting the virtual keyboard make me more aware of my surroundings; and I formulate a plan. My plan would be to somehow manage to use her phone to send an S.O.S message zoe and hope that'd she find me. How, though would I obtain her cell phone held tightly in the catgirles hands. I sit, thinking about a plan when the catgirl suddenly yelps in pain.
"Ow." She yelps grabbing her abdomen. She rubs it gently, face writhing with agitation and pain. She looks at me uneasily, and said "Guess that little meal from yesterday is ready to come out." Embarrassed, she placed her phone down and rushes up stairs. I heard the sound of her heavy feet as she rushes to the restroom. Soon, I hear a "Slam" as a door closes and I leap into action. Looking down, I saw a good distance between myself and the phone below. I stand on the ledge, sweating at the possible thought of dying if I landed the wrong way. Shutting down my fear, I leap; barely missing the edge on the couch and gripping to the leather for my life. With the phone in view, I get to work. Pressing the home button on the phone, My sight burns with a bright LED light screen, and multiple colored icons. Hurridly, I look for a phone or messaging icon as I swipe from screen to screen. As my eyes dart from icon to icon; I finally notice a blue phone icon and press it. The screen freezes, and my blood runs cold. It quickly changes to a list of contacts and my heart starts pounding. The flushing of the toilet upstairs make I panic, and I quickly swipe for my life. My hands scroll down in a fury, as I go from A to Z.
I saw a barrage of names that I don't recognize, and finally make it to the Z. Thankfully, Zoe's name was right smack dab in the middle. I practically smash the "Call" button, and hear the sink upstairs as the catgirl washes her hands.I hear the jingle as Zoe's phone number is dialed, and the phone starts ringing.
Ringgggggggg, The first ring goes off and I can feel the anticipation. The desperation
seeping out of my body.
Please, pick up, Please! I think, as the sound of an upstairs door closing reaches my ears.
Ringgggggg, The phone goes off again, much to my dismay but I still have hope. The sound of footsteps are not too far off from my area.
Ringgggg, Now I'm getting desperate. I violently smash the phone with my tiny little hands, as if that'd do any good.
Ringgggg, Tears start forming in my eyes. Why couldn't she answer the phone this one time. Why! The sound of footsteps coming down the stairs put me in a frenzy.
"Hey it's Zoe." I hear the voice of my guardian angel on the phone. It had felt like forever since I've last seen her. The sweetness of her voice, the gentle tone and words she would speak to me made me smile. It'd had almost felt like I were back at home. Almost
"Sorry, I can't make it to the phone right now. Leave me a message, and I'll get back to you as soon as possible. Bye!" My fear comes rushing back to me as I just take in what I just heard. I'm too scared to move, as I feel the prescence of the catgirl behind me.
"I try to be nice to you little guys for one day." She begins, "I thought for one day, I wouldn't be so cruel to you and this is how you repay me." I don't want to look at her, I'm too scared to look. She feels me to the brime with fear.
"Look at me!" She demands, but I keep my head down too fearful to face her. She taps her foot impatiently, and mutters the word "Fine." She picked me up, and stares me in the eye. I saw the resentment and anger in her eyes, but only look down.
"Not going to look at me, are we?" She questions, "Ok then, have it my way." She lifted me up, tilting her head back, and drops me into her mouth. I squeal, as I'm suddenly shrouded in darkness. I feel her rough tongue, licking me all over, and desperately try to grab onto something. Unfortunately, nothing but saliva covers me; and I'm too scared to grabbed onto her carnivorous teeth. I freak out, grabbing anything I can. I somehow manage to grip
her tongue, but can't hold it for long because of my wet hands.
"I've had enough of this." said the catgirl. I hear her voice echoing around me like I were in some sort of wet cave. She tilts her head back, and I can feel myself slowly slipping backwards, slowly making my way to her uvula. I scream, hoping, praying someone may possibly here me.
"No one's going to hear you." said the catgirl as her tongue tosses me lazily to her cheek. Her warm gums give me an idea. I grip the inside of her gums, making her wince.
"Damn you," She retorts and bites not only the inside of her cheek but me as well. I can my torso be crushed by her molars. A sharp pain rides my ribs, as my bones are slowly being crushed. I let go, and the catgirl swallows; leaving me barely enough room to F the outside for possibly the last time. My mind begins to flash back to my time's with zoe. I remember when I first met her. I was scarred, paniced, as I lost my mother. She was but a child too; however, she cared for me like a baby doll. Feeding me, giving me piggy back rides besides that she was a giant compared to me. On occassion, she would would cut her food into tinesy tiny pieces and give them to me. I'd eat my piece, and she would just smile at me. Enjoying the time we spent together.
However, on some occassions. She would hide from we. Sometimes avoiding we for days on end. I've always wondered what that was about. It was like she was desperately trying to keep something a secret. That leaves me in a confused state, despite that, I still miss her.
The thought makes me begin to weep as I take my final moments of the outside world. I look one last time at the light of the sun, and take one final breath.
"This is my fault, you know." The catgirl mumbled. I breath one more time, my last living thoughts being on zoe. The catgirl only yawns, tilts her head back, and swallowed. I scream, and slowly begin the journey to her stomach.