2. From that point on, I didn't know what to do. Anna left to do her own thing; and left me to do as I wanted. I would have attempted to run away on my own; but as she said "It's a cat eat mouse world" outside. I decided to take my chance and stay with her. At least she would protect me.

Nightfall came. Anna didn't put me back in my cell. She decided to keep me in her own room to bully as she pleased. She closed her blinds and made me a pillow of cotton balls and used a small hand towel as sheets. She decided to place me onto her nightstand, and soon it was pitch black.

"Goodnight" She mumbled in a tired voice and I heard her bed creak as she rolled herself in blankets like a burrito.

The darkness of the night covered me like the light of the sun. It inched closer and closer to me, borrowing inside my head, and making my fears grow rampant. In my mind, a dream began to unfold. There I was, running in a barrel of grass. Behind me are the loud footsteps of a giant. A catgirl? I couldn't be too sure, but the footsteps started to grow louder and louder. They shook the very ground beneath my feet making me trip and lose my footing. Soon the growing shadow of black looms above me, covering me in complete darkness. A desperate gasp escapes my lips, and bam. A hand lifts my body into the air. The anxiety and fear is gripping my heart in a tight iron clasp. The face in front of me smiles and I look up to see my tormentor.

Was it Zoey? It was! A bright smile comes to my face. I'm so happy to reunite with my owner. Yet, a sense of uneasiness came to me. Something seemed off about her expression. Her eyes were almost possessed. They had an evil squint to them. Her smile looked like one of a killer. A sadist. A predator. It reminded me somewhat of Anna, the catgirl I was captured by, yet; this smile was like a hunter finally catching its prey. Anna's smile was more one of banter. A playful/bullying type of smile. Zoey opens her mouth and I see the pink, cavernous , depth of her throat. The saliva of her tongue invites me to come in. She licks her lips like she's about to eat me. I believe that 's the case.

Holding me by the nape of my neck; she lowers me towards her mouth, my death. I try to struggle, but to no avail. She's holding onto me with no intent in letting go. I'm greeted with a lick. My entire front body is covered with wet saliva. I hear her giggle and she opens her mouth. She places me on her tongue and slurps me up like a wet noodle. Her tongue coats the naked feet and ankles with warm, wet spit. It feels like I'm brushed up against a wet slab of meat. It's warm and rough and makes my body shiver. I look towards my doom, the dark wet uvula dangling at the end. She licks me like a piece of butterscotch candy or a peppermint. Tasting every part of my tiny body. She closes her mouth shut and I can no longer reach the outside of her mouth. Inside her mouth, I slide around; inching closer and closer to the back of her throat. I hear something, a slight purring that booms around me. It echoes off the walls of her gums. She sounds as if she's enjoying herself. The fear overtakes me as I scream. This isn't the sweet zoey I remember. Zoey would never do something like this to me, right? Anna perhaps, but Zoey?

I try to rationalize this horrifying nightmare when my whole body slides downward. My legs are now getting lower and lower towards her esophagus. All I hear is humming, as if this were a usual thing for her. Everything starts growing hazy. I feel wet and cramped being stuck inside here. Hopefully this nightmare will end soon enough. Luckily for me, it soon ended. Zoey giggles to herself and swallows, leaving me to go down to a boiling stomach and making everything go black.

3.I wake up in a freight, clutching my chest. Sweat rolls down my face and eyes start burning, tear ducts starting to fill. My heart feels like it's about to burst. Would this be life for those without owners? Mouse boys left to fend for themselves? It was lucky that Zoey didn't devour me when we first met.

I push off the towel that Anna gave to me as a blanket. Glancing to my left, I look at the sleeping giantess. She was no longer a burrito and laid out like an unrolled piece of dough. Her hair was now frizzy, and I heard a light snore. Her pajama bottom was slightly undone, though it stayed on her legs. Her shirt rose up, revealing a slight look at her belly.

Was this really a friend of Zoey? Zoey, who wouldn't dare hurt a fly. Who wouldn't hurt a mouseboy like me. Compared to Zoey, Anna was like a Sociopath. She ate my kind like it was some sort of sport. Treating me like some sort of garbage beneath her foot.

Every day, she would seem to make a mouseboy disappear. It wasn't enough to take notice of it, but the mouse boys did know when one of their own disappeared. Word gets around in those containers. On some days, she would be a complete glutton. She'd stuff herself full with mouse boys. 5 or six at a time and then go on to eat regular food.

Other days, she wouldn't even come to the basement which left the mouse boys to wonder whether the next day would be their last. On certain days, like sunday; she'd let a select few mouse boys out to wander. She'd gotten bored and built some sort of mini city or cage for fun. She'd take 10-15 or so and let them outside the container. Even taking them into her actual home if she were so generous.

Other than that, they were locked up in the dark. Left to wonder if they'd ever know what true freedom was. Of course it was hell, but one would have to ponder. Would it be any better with any other catgirl?

Sometimes, Anna would come to the basement and talk about the other girls. Often venting her frustration about homework or school. On those days, she didn't eat anyone. All she wanted was someone to listen to her.

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One could say that this gave her some humanity. Although in my eyes, she was still a murderer. With that in mind, I try my best to doze off. Staying focused on seeing Zoey tomorrow. Even though that scary nightmare version of zoey lingers in the back of my mind. Eventually, I tire myself out and sleep.

*BEEP**BEEP**BEEP*

The blaring noise of an alarm woke me up in a flurry. I blink twice and feel as if the weight of the world is on my shoulders. To my left, I see Anna move sluggishly, shuffling in her bed sheets and groaning.

"Aug Ggh" I hear her splurt, "Shut this thing up already." She slaps her hand on the alarm, missing it roughly 3 times before finally shutting it off. Anna rolls back into her covers, dreading the journey to school. I'm unsure of how to respond to this? Should I try and wake her? No...I don't know how she'll react. This day, however, was a special occasion.

I decided to try my luck today. She promised to bring me to Zoey, so the chance that she'd do something mean to me are slim. The chance wasn't 0% though.. I take a head start, backing towards the edge of the night stand and run straight towards the railing of her bed. Lucky for me, the two weren't so far away as I actually managed to catch her bed sheet that was leaning off her mattress.

With that, I begin to crawl up the bed mountain. I see a large lump that's underneath her bed sheets and do my best to climb over it; grabbing onto the sheets like I'm rock climbing. The "mountain" itself moves, due to Anna still breathing. If she rolled over, then I'd be crushed underneath her weight.

Finally I make it to the top, standing on what I believe is her shoulder. A sense of accomplishment overtakes me, but I look at the clock. It said 7:00 am. I slide down the front of her shoulder and go underneath the covers. Glancing at her giant form, I poke her cheeks and she opens a sleepy eye, looking at me irritated.

"What is it?" She mutters, "I didn't expect breakfast to be here so soon." She chuckles to herself smiling. Her remarks don't faze me today, I know my safety is guaranteed. I hope so. I look at her unsmiling and point to her, then to her clock.

"So what, it's only-"Anna loses her train of thought for a second. Her eyes squint to look at the time.

"Seven O'Clock! Oh Crap" Anna practically flings the covers out, knocking me away in the process. I land safely on a plush toy on the floor.

"Sorry!" She said without looking at me. I hear her heavy footsteps rush towards her bathroom and start to hear the sound of running water and the brushing of teeth. I'm kinda confused and look at the clock. It now said 7:04 A.M. The water soon stops, and I see her rush out of the bathroom and go into her closet. She pulls out a uniform. It was a white shirt with a pink skirt and red flower pinned to the side of the chest. There's a tiny pocket in the flower as well. Tiny enough to hold a pencil, eraser, or even a battery. She then rushes back into the bathroom. I look at the clock again at 7:11 A.M. After a few minutes, she bursts out of the bathroom. Uniform on, though it was a little bit wrinkled. She glanced at the wrinkled spots and shrugged her shoulders.

In a panicked state, she looks for her backpack. It was somewhat plain. A white backpack with a kitty keychain on it. She grabs a stack of papers and pencils, and shoves them into her backpack. Then she looks at me, grabs me, and sniffs me.

"Ugh, you stink!" She said, her face a look of disgust, "Hold on." I sniffed myself and didn't think anything of it. It did make me self conscious now that she mentioned it. Mouse boys weren't given showers or baths to walk into. She goes to her bathroom, and comes out with an extra strength deodorizer. It had the words "Heavy duty".

Without warning, she sprays me down from a safe distance. I start to cough and wheeze as my eyes and nose start burning. She doesn't even respond to my coughing. Anna pulls out a tissue and picks me up like a piece of trash she found.

"Where should I put you?" She asks as she looks at me, "You're bound to get crushed or lost underneath all that stuff in my backpack. "

She looks down and notices the pocket on her shirt. Her face reddens a bit, like she's embarrassed by it.

"Don't get any funny ideas." She said and placed me in her shirt pocket. I'm embarrassed as well. Being so close to her breasts make me feel anxious and I start to feel jittery,

With her backpack on her back, she walks down the stairs and sees the fridge. She opens it, the light of the fridge blinds me. She pulls out a jug of milk, half-empty, and goes through her pantry looking for a brand of cereal. A blue colored bowl is left over in the sink. She pulls out the bowl and finally prepares her cereal. Sitting in a swirl chair, she starts munching away on cereal.

As I hear the sound of her munching; I poke my head out of the pocket. All I see are bran flakes floating around in ice cold milk. I'd kill to get a drink of that, but are wary of Anna eating. I hear the sound of slurping as Anna puts the bowl to her lips and starts gulping down the rest of the milk. All I hear are her wet gulps and feel goosebumps rise on my arms.

"Ahhhh", she exhales, relieved at her breakfast. She sets the bowl down, grabs her leftover things, and heads out the door.