"Haha, Cassandra will be proud to have you in her belly, you where so difficult to catch and are the brother of her star member." You gritted your teeth at the thought of your sister, what a bitch, turning on your family. Amy put you in a jar and closed the lid, stuffing you into a ruffsack. She pulled the strap over her shoulder and started to run to the coffee shop. The ride was long, since Amy fed her driving instructor to Cassandra, she had no liscense and even though the cops where either, crushed, shrunken, being digested, being eaten, or in the sewers in various urinal excretions, there where still cult cops who checked for liscenses. You fell asleep from the long ride to your fate, not even attempting to get out of the tiny air holes in the jar. Before you knew it Amy slammed her sack onto a table, she took out your jar and emptied you onto a plate. The light from the lamps hurt your eyes from being in total darkness for so long. When they adjusted you looked up to see the collasal body of Cassandra.
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