The hot wet breath of your mother, stinking of coffee and last night's dinner filled your lungs, making you gag as the ivory pillars came down, crunching near your arm. Another bite shattering the cookie altogether as saliva soaked into it.
You were horrified, feeling the hot wet slop around you move and slosh about, the thick wet noises below.
"No... No you have to feel me... " You shook your head and in a desperate panic went to hit the tongue, only to be fling into her cheek as your mother entered the car before bouncing onto a tooth covered in the wet dough and chocolate.
You looked up as the dull molar came down, narrowly escaping as you slid off the wet cookie gunk, only to feel it splatter and hit your face. Your ears ringing as you realized that you'd landed in, a wet cookie trap.
It wasn't too well chewed up, maybe you could escape! Until you heard the car start and light filter in once more as your mother's humid prison opened to show you your executioner...
Lauren sloshed and swished the cookie around as she started the car, taking a small gulp of coffee... Washing poor lil Sarah down...
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