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The thumbnail gives you the title and what to expect. That's your only warning, it gets dark.
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Next: Coming...","writing":" The night was fitful and restless. Most of the mice managed to get to sleep eventually. Lila was \nnot so fortunate, having been unconscious for most of the day already made it difficult for her to get \nto sleep. When she finally did doze off, it was almost three in the morning. \n Her sleep was cut short by the sunlight streaming through the window at the far end of the \nhouse, shining through the kitchen archway and making sleep impossible any further. Lila sat herself \nup slowly, looking round at the others doing the same and wondered how long it would be before \nthe next of them was taken to their fate. \n It was another half hour before they heard the stirring from upstairs, footsteps sounding through \nthe ceiling as the resident went about his morning routine. \n 'This is hell.' One of the others murmured. 'Just... being forced to sit around like this and wait.' He \nstarted to pace, walking slowly from one end of the container to the other and back. Two others \nstirred as well, one stretching and rolling over while the other started to take a few steps towards \nthe edge of the container to stare out at the kitchen. \n Lila approached the last one and stood beside him, also looking out. 'What are you looking for?' \nShe asked him. \n 'Not much.' He replied. 'An escape route I guess. Not that I think we'll get a chance, but if we do \nI'd like to be prepared to take it.' \n 'That's a good idea, if a tad optimistic.' Lila managed to smile, then took a look around herself. \nThe kitchen looked well maintained, there was nothing in the way of loose boarding or holes in the \nskirting, at least nowhere that was visible from here. The only slight hope was the window behind \nthe sink, but that relied upon being able to climb the benchtop to get there, as it was not connected \nto the dining benchtop they had been left on. \n 'It's a fool's hope.' Another voiced from behind. 'None who were taken ever got away.' \n 'That's not true.' The one beside Lila retorted. 'That raid yesterday night let a dozen of us out. It's \njust a pity that one dropped the key.' \n 'Hmph. Believe what you want.' The other retorted. 'But we're all going to die here. It seems \npointless to entertain dreams of hope or rescue.' He shuffled around and laid back down, paying \nthem no more heed. \n Lila ignored him and turned back to her new friend. 'So... what's your name?' \n 'Zek.' Came the answer. Seeing her ears twitch curiously, he continued. 'It was a big family, \nMother liked to keep our names simple.' \n 'I'm Lila.' She told him with a smile. 'I'm one of the ones who came in to try and save you all.' \n 'Yes, I remember you. I wish I could have helped, but the key was lost before your friend got to \nmy cage.' He sighed and turned around, sliding back against the outside. Lila found herself feeling \nthe same. She gave one more look around and sat beside her new ginger furred friend. The cat \nwould be down in minutes, making it possible that this would be the only time the two would have \nto know each other. \n As expected, footsteps preceded the arrival of their grey furred captor. He walked at a brisk pace \ndown the stairs and entered the kitchen. He had yet to dress himself at this point, still wearing only \nwhat looked like pyjama shorts and no top. He stopped beside the counter, stretched and arched his \nback before leaning on the benchtop and lazily looking into the tank at them. Lila peered back, \nunwilling to move as he surveyed the shivering mice he could choose from. Once more he settled on \nher, meeting her gaze with a small crook to his lip. He had done the same thing last night, then \nchosen another mouse instead. Of course that time her back had been to the centre of the tank, so \nmaybe he had just been playing with her. From her vantage point this time, she would be able to see \nhis eyes and his hands. \n The cat too seemed to realize that he couldn't play his mind game with her twice. As the lid \nunclipped, she wondered if he would choose another as he had before, or if his game had ended \nafter the first time. As the hand reached in and mice began to scatter and huddle, her heart raced. \nAs she had feared, he reached directly for her. \n 'Lila...?' Zek whispered tensely. 'Why don't you run?' His voice was panicked and close to tears. \n 'There's no point.' She whispered back just before she was gripped between two fingers and his \nthumb and lifted towards the top. She squeezed her eyes shut for a moment, opening them again \nwhen she heard the click of the lid close behind her. Now she was held at eye level with the cat, his \nlips coated in saliva where he had presumably licked them moments before. She stared back \nimpassively with her legs dangling limply beneath where she was gripped. Her arms held onto his \nthumb, secure but not offering any resistance. She wondered if he could feel her little heart racing in \nher chest, but still she showed no signs of outward fear. \n 'You don't look afraid at all.' The cat muttered. 'No squirming. No wriggling, now squeaking or \nbegging. That's... really odd. And I gotta admit, a little disappointing.' He pulled her closer, close \nenough for her to reach out and touch his lips if she wanted to, and still she kept still. If someone \nhad asked her what was going through her mind at that point, Lila doubted she would even have an \nanswer. But whatever it was, it seemed to be intriguing or even irritating the cat. Even when he \ninhaled her scent and exhaled sharply back into her face, she remained unflinching. \n 'Hmph.' He shrugged and opened his mouth, releasing a wave of hot acrid breath before he \ntossed her onto his tongue. She had no space to move, but she didn't even try as he sloshed her left \nand right, her fur steadily getting wetter and wetter with thick pungent and sticky drool. Her frail \nbody clacked hard against his teeth, then through them to be pressed into his cheek. Throughout it \nall she remained limp, her heart pounding furiously but at the same time she simply couldn't bring \nherself to resist her fate. She had failed, she had earned this end.\n Finally his tongue brought her to the centre of his mouth, and unceremoniously pressed her hard \nagainst the roof. Slowly shifting the pressure to the front of his mouth, her slickened fur slid without \nresistance to his throat. She couldn't see anything but she felt every movement of his tongue, every \nridge on the roof of his mouth and every drop of saliva that enveloped her body. She felt the soft \nfleshy folds of his throat begin to press in around her face, sliding with disgusting wet smacks as he \npushed her further down and then... \n Gravity suddenly shifted. She squinted her eyes shut and held her breath, fearing that she would \nbe swallowed at any moment. But a sudden rush of cold air on her back and the bright daylight of \nthe window on her eyelids caused her to open them and look around in confusion. She saw the cat \nonce again looking down at her, a drool covered mess of dishevelled fur. \n 'You really are boring.' He muttered, so softly that she could barely hear. 'Hm. I'll figure you out \nlater. For now though...' He carried her to the sink and dropped her inside ungently. With a rough \nshove, he pushed her to where the water stream would land and ran the tap at a high stream. \n Her voice gurgled as she tried to squeak in shock. So soon after being in such a humid place, the \nsudden rush of near icy water was a very unwelcome switch. After a few agonizing seconds, the \nwater stopped and she was able to look around and breathe once again. She slowly turned around, \nexpecting to be scooped back up for whatever purpose the cat had in store for her next. Maybe \nshe'd be dumped back in the tank for another try later? \n To her surprise, he simply looked back down at her with the same disappointed frustration as \nearlier. She remembered his words. She was boring? What had that meant? \n She didn't get the chance to pose the question as the cat simply turned and walked back to the \nother side. Looking around, she realized that he had ample reason to simply leave her there. The \nsink was too deep for her to jump out of and offered no purchase for climbing. She was as trapped \nhere as she'd been in the tank. Only this time, she was alone. \n\n** ** **\n\n Zek couldn't believe it. Mere moments after he'd let despair take over him once again and given \nLila up for dead, the cat had spat her back out and dumped her in the sink. She was still in there, \ntrapped as much as any of them but now alone. What was the cat doing? Zek had never known a cat \nto give up an easy meal, and Lila had for some reason made it easier than any mouse he'd ever seen. \nBut wait, could that be it? Maybe he enjoyed the struggles. Lila hadn't been watching the first \nmouse go, but that one had squirmed and struggled a lot. And begged.\n So that was it. Typical cat, typical superiority complex. His thoughts were interrupted by the \ndreadful click of the tank lid opening. Spinning around from where he'd been looking towards the \nsink, his heart sank and his eyes widened as he realized the clawed fingers were reaching for him this \ntime.\n 'Nnhh, No!' He squeaked in protest, trying to flail out and grab hold of something, knowing full \nwell there was nothing. In a blur he was outside, the click signalling his isolation from the others who \neven now looked up in horror. This was bad... Now he couldn't even warn them, and damn his own \nweakness, he couldn't stop his terrified mind from racing to tell his terrified body to stop shivering. \n 'That's more like it...' The cat purred. Zek tried to force himself to take deep breaths. He managed \none, then lost control again a moment after as soon as the cat's nose bumped his head, taking in his \nscent. He couldn't handle it. He didn't know if Lila had been fearless or simply impassive, but he \ncouldn't bring himself to be either. Damnit he wanted to live and he didn't want to gamble his life \nlike she had. \n He bit down on the cat's thumb as hard as he could. The cat winced, then half giggled half hissed \nand squeezed Zek hard and suddenly, driving the air from his lungs and destroying the grip his jaws \nhad. \n 'Not a smart move, mouse.' He growled. 'I bite back.' With that he popped the stunned Zek onto \nhis tongue and immediately pressed him between his teeth. It wasn't enough to kill the mouse, but \nit was enough to elicit a squeak of pain from him. When the cat released, Zek rolled over, clutching \nat the no doubt bruised section of his chest where the tooth had pressed down. He had no time to \nreact before the tongue started to press him against the roof of the cat's mouth and slide him \naround in different directions, coating him in a viscous layer of stinking saliva in the process. \n Zek tried to squeak in protest, to cry out for help or to push his way to the front of the mouth to \nescape through the lips, but the cat's tongue was simply too strong, and moving too fast. Within \nmoments such actions became futile, as the heavy drool had made him unable to find grip on \nanything, be it tongue or tooth. He felt the tongue slip him into an oddly comfortable position for \nthe merest fraction of a second. Then suddenly it slipped out from beneath him and he dropped. \n He felt himself surrounded by flesh. Before he could try and find some purchase, he was nearly \ncrushed from all sides as a sickening wet gulp almost deafened him. \n 'Noo...' He clawed in vain at the compressing tube, sliding effortlessly between the contracting \nslime coated musculature into the merciless pit that awaited. The sound of a steady pulse slowly \nfilled his hearing, and the pressure was released after a few more seconds to be followed by a brief \ndrop into a dank smelly pit. He landed half in half out of a pool of viscous slime, but even outside this \nthe surface was oozing with a slick disgusting lining that clung to his fur as much as the cat's drool \nhad. He tried to crawl out of the liquid death at his feet, but it remained all but impossible to find \ngrip and the walls only angled down. \n 'Ahh. I think, it's time for another.' The cat's voice was a muffled but audible boom above him, \nsending small vibrations through the cramped place. The steady pulses around him were slowly \ngetting bigger, making the walls he leaned on undulate more frequently and in bigger motions. \n This wasn't just the cat's pulse, he realized. This was the stomach gearing up to churn its latest \nacquisition into a digestive mush for its host to absorb... He listened to the horrifying sounds from \nabove. The terrified squeaks, the sickening wet slurps and smacks of the predator enjoying his prey, \nand then the dreadful gulp that would bring the doomed mouse to share his fate. \n Mere seconds passed until a wet stretching sounded from above, followed by a drenched heavy \nmass landing almost directly on top of him. He hadn't been able to move before, and now he had \nbeen pushed by the impact even deeper into the middle of this pit. Panting frequently and \ndesperate to keep his head above the acids, he clawed his way our through sheer determination. \n 'S-sorry...' A soft voice squeaked. The other mouse was right beside him, her voice followed by a \nfit of hyperventilating and then fractured sobs. Zek fumbled around, finding her and wrapping his \narm around her waist. He was about to pull her close when the stomach suddenly churned heavily, \nemitting a low growl as some of the air was forced back out the top and the walls squeezed the two \nmice together by force. \n From this point on the rhythmic movements of the cat's stomach walls was faster and more \npronounced, forcing the two mice to stay together or just be pushed back together if they moved. \nThe air was little and painful to breathe, the fumes from the acidic environment polluting the \nentirety of this tiny space with dissolvent death. \n 'Just sleep... It'll be over soon.' Zek whispered weakly, hugging his fellow mouse tight. There was \nno reply, just a stillness in her body broken only by the movement of their increasingly painful \nsurroundings. She had already died. \n \n \n","writing_bbcode_parsed":" The night was fitful and restless. Most of the mice managed to get to sleep eventually. Lila was
not so fortunate, having been unconscious for most of the day already made it difficult for her to get
to sleep. When she finally did doze off, it was almost three in the morning.
Her sleep was cut short by the sunlight streaming through the window at the far end of the
house, shining through the kitchen archway and making sleep impossible any further. Lila sat herself
up slowly, looking round at the others doing the same and wondered how long it would be before
the next of them was taken to their fate.
It was another half hour before they heard the stirring from upstairs, footsteps sounding through
the ceiling as the resident went about his morning routine.
'This is hell.' One of the others murmured. 'Just... being forced to sit around like this and wait.' He
started to pace, walking slowly from one end of the container to the other and back. Two others
stirred as well, one stretching and rolling over while the other started to take a few steps towards
the edge of the container to stare out at the kitchen.
Lila approached the last one and stood beside him, also looking out. 'What are you looking for?'
She asked him.
'Not much.' He replied. 'An escape route I guess. Not that I think we'll get a chance, but if we do
I'd like to be prepared to take it.'
'That's a good idea, if a tad optimistic.' Lila managed to smile, then took a look around herself.
The kitchen looked well maintained, there was nothing in the way of loose boarding or holes in the
skirting, at least nowhere that was visible from here. The only slight hope was the window behind
the sink, but that relied upon being able to climb the benchtop to get there, as it was not connected
to the dining benchtop they had been left on.
'It's a fool's hope.' Another voiced from behind. 'None who were taken ever got away.'
'That's not true.' The one beside Lila retorted. 'That raid yesterday night let a dozen of us out. It's
just a pity that one dropped the key.'
'Hmph. Believe what you want.' The other retorted. 'But we're all going to die here. It seems
pointless to entertain dreams of hope or rescue.' He shuffled around and laid back down, paying
them no more heed.
Lila ignored him and turned back to her new friend. 'So... what's your name?'
'Zek.' Came the answer. Seeing her ears twitch curiously, he continued. 'It was a big family,
Mother liked to keep our names simple.'
'I'm Lila.' She told him with a smile. 'I'm one of the ones who came in to try and save you all.'
'Yes, I remember you. I wish I could have helped, but the key was lost before your friend got to
my cage.' He sighed and turned around, sliding back against the outside. Lila found herself feeling
the same. She gave one more look around and sat beside her new ginger furred friend. The cat
would be down in minutes, making it possible that this would be the only time the two would have
to know each other.
As expected, footsteps preceded the arrival of their grey furred captor. He walked at a brisk pace
down the stairs and entered the kitchen. He had yet to dress himself at this point, still wearing only
what looked like pyjama shorts and no top. He stopped beside the counter, stretched and arched his
back before leaning on the benchtop and lazily looking into the tank at them. Lila peered back,
unwilling to move as he surveyed the shivering mice he could choose from. Once more he settled on
her, meeting her gaze with a small crook to his lip. He had done the same thing last night, then
chosen another mouse instead. Of course that time her back had been to the centre of the tank, so
maybe he had just been playing with her. From her vantage point this time, she would be able to see
his eyes and his hands.
The cat too seemed to realize that he couldn't play his mind game with her twice. As the lid
unclipped, she wondered if he would choose another as he had before, or if his game had ended
after the first time. As the hand reached in and mice began to scatter and huddle, her heart raced.
As she had feared, he reached directly for her.
'Lila...?' Zek whispered tensely. 'Why don't you run?' His voice was panicked and close to tears.
'There's no point.' She whispered back just before she was gripped between two fingers and his
thumb and lifted towards the top. She squeezed her eyes shut for a moment, opening them again
when she heard the click of the lid close behind her. Now she was held at eye level with the cat, his
lips coated in saliva where he had presumably licked them moments before. She stared back
impassively with her legs dangling limply beneath where she was gripped. Her arms held onto his
thumb, secure but not offering any resistance. She wondered if he could feel her little heart racing in
her chest, but still she showed no signs of outward fear.
'You don't look afraid at all.' The cat muttered. 'No squirming. No wriggling, now squeaking or
begging. That's... really odd. And I gotta admit, a little disappointing.' He pulled her closer, close
enough for her to reach out and touch his lips if she wanted to, and still she kept still. If someone
had asked her what was going through her mind at that point, Lila doubted she would even have an
answer. But whatever it was, it seemed to be intriguing or even irritating the cat. Even when he
inhaled her scent and exhaled sharply back into her face, she remained unflinching.
'Hmph.' He shrugged and opened his mouth, releasing a wave of hot acrid breath before he
tossed her onto his tongue. She had no space to move, but she didn't even try as he sloshed her left
and right, her fur steadily getting wetter and wetter with thick pungent and sticky drool. Her frail
body clacked hard against his teeth, then through them to be pressed into his cheek. Throughout it
all she remained limp, her heart pounding furiously but at the same time she simply couldn't bring
herself to resist her fate. She had failed, she had earned this end.
Finally his tongue brought her to the centre of his mouth, and unceremoniously pressed her hard
against the roof. Slowly shifting the pressure to the front of his mouth, her slickened fur slid without
resistance to his throat. She couldn't see anything but she felt every movement of his tongue, every
ridge on the roof of his mouth and every drop of saliva that enveloped her body. She felt the soft
fleshy folds of his throat begin to press in around her face, sliding with disgusting wet smacks as he
pushed her further down and then...
Gravity suddenly shifted. She squinted her eyes shut and held her breath, fearing that she would
be swallowed at any moment. But a sudden rush of cold air on her back and the bright daylight of
the window on her eyelids caused her to open them and look around in confusion. She saw the cat
once again looking down at her, a drool covered mess of dishevelled fur.
'You really are boring.' He muttered, so softly that she could barely hear. 'Hm. I'll figure you out
later. For now though...' He carried her to the sink and dropped her inside ungently. With a rough
shove, he pushed her to where the water stream would land and ran the tap at a high stream.
Her voice gurgled as she tried to squeak in shock. So soon after being in such a humid place, the
sudden rush of near icy water was a very unwelcome switch. After a few agonizing seconds, the
water stopped and she was able to look around and breathe once again. She slowly turned around,
expecting to be scooped back up for whatever purpose the cat had in store for her next. Maybe
she'd be dumped back in the tank for another try later?
To her surprise, he simply looked back down at her with the same disappointed frustration as
earlier. She remembered his words. She was boring? What had that meant?
She didn't get the chance to pose the question as the cat simply turned and walked back to the
other side. Looking around, she realized that he had ample reason to simply leave her there. The
sink was too deep for her to jump out of and offered no purchase for climbing. She was as trapped
here as she'd been in the tank. Only this time, she was alone.
** ** **
Zek couldn't believe it. Mere moments after he'd let despair take over him once again and given
Lila up for dead, the cat had spat her back out and dumped her in the sink. She was still in there,
trapped as much as any of them but now alone. What was the cat doing? Zek had never known a cat
to give up an easy meal, and Lila had for some reason made it easier than any mouse he'd ever seen.
But wait, could that be it? Maybe he enjoyed the struggles. Lila hadn't been watching the first
mouse go, but that one had squirmed and struggled a lot. And begged.
So that was it. Typical cat, typical superiority complex. His thoughts were interrupted by the
dreadful click of the tank lid opening. Spinning around from where he'd been looking towards the
sink, his heart sank and his eyes widened as he realized the clawed fingers were reaching for him this
time.
'Nnhh, No!' He squeaked in protest, trying to flail out and grab hold of something, knowing full
well there was nothing. In a blur he was outside, the click signalling his isolation from the others who
even now looked up in horror. This was bad... Now he couldn't even warn them, and damn his own
weakness, he couldn't stop his terrified mind from racing to tell his terrified body to stop shivering.
'That's more like it...' The cat purred. Zek tried to force himself to take deep breaths. He managed
one, then lost control again a moment after as soon as the cat's nose bumped his head, taking in his
scent. He couldn't handle it. He didn't know if Lila had been fearless or simply impassive, but he
couldn't bring himself to be either. Damnit he wanted to live and he didn't want to gamble his life
like she had.
He bit down on the cat's thumb as hard as he could. The cat winced, then half giggled half hissed
and squeezed Zek hard and suddenly, driving the air from his lungs and destroying the grip his jaws
had.
'Not a smart move, mouse.' He growled. 'I bite back.' With that he popped the stunned Zek onto
his tongue and immediately pressed him between his teeth. It wasn't enough to kill the mouse, but
it was enough to elicit a squeak of pain from him. When the cat released, Zek rolled over, clutching
at the no doubt bruised section of his chest where the tooth had pressed down. He had no time to
react before the tongue started to press him against the roof of the cat's mouth and slide him
around in different directions, coating him in a viscous layer of stinking saliva in the process.
Zek tried to squeak in protest, to cry out for help or to push his way to the front of the mouth to
escape through the lips, but the cat's tongue was simply too strong, and moving too fast. Within
moments such actions became futile, as the heavy drool had made him unable to find grip on
anything, be it tongue or tooth. He felt the tongue slip him into an oddly comfortable position for
the merest fraction of a second. Then suddenly it slipped out from beneath him and he dropped.
He felt himself surrounded by flesh. Before he could try and find some purchase, he was nearly
crushed from all sides as a sickening wet gulp almost deafened him.
'Noo...' He clawed in vain at the compressing tube, sliding effortlessly between the contracting
slime coated musculature into the merciless pit that awaited. The sound of a steady pulse slowly
filled his hearing, and the pressure was released after a few more seconds to be followed by a brief
drop into a dank smelly pit. He landed half in half out of a pool of viscous slime, but even outside this
the surface was oozing with a slick disgusting lining that clung to his fur as much as the cat's drool
had. He tried to crawl out of the liquid death at his feet, but it remained all but impossible to find
grip and the walls only angled down.
'Ahh. I think, it's time for another.' The cat's voice was a muffled but audible boom above him,
sending small vibrations through the cramped place. The steady pulses around him were slowly
getting bigger, making the walls he leaned on undulate more frequently and in bigger motions.
This wasn't just the cat's pulse, he realized. This was the stomach gearing up to churn its latest
acquisition into a digestive mush for its host to absorb... He listened to the horrifying sounds from
above. The terrified squeaks, the sickening wet slurps and smacks of the predator enjoying his prey,
and then the dreadful gulp that would bring the doomed mouse to share his fate.
Mere seconds passed until a wet stretching sounded from above, followed by a drenched heavy
mass landing almost directly on top of him. He hadn't been able to move before, and now he had
been pushed by the impact even deeper into the middle of this pit. Panting frequently and
desperate to keep his head above the acids, he clawed his way our through sheer determination.
'S-sorry...' A soft voice squeaked. The other mouse was right beside him, her voice followed by a
fit of hyperventilating and then fractured sobs. Zek fumbled around, finding her and wrapping his
arm around her waist. He was about to pull her close when the stomach suddenly churned heavily,
emitting a low growl as some of the air was forced back out the top and the walls squeezed the two
mice together by force.
From this point on the rhythmic movements of the cat's stomach walls was faster and more
pronounced, forcing the two mice to stay together or just be pushed back together if they moved.
The air was little and painful to breathe, the fumes from the acidic environment polluting the
entirety of this tiny space with dissolvent death.
'Just sleep... It'll be over soon.' Zek whispered weakly, hugging his fellow mouse tight. There was
no reply, just a stillness in her body broken only by the movement of their increasingly painful
surroundings. She had already died.
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