Chapter #6Patient predator by: ItsMe   She crushed you softly to the roof of her mouth, getting the flavor off you, before spitting you back out on her hand.
"Now, now," She teased, "don't get too worried until after dinner."
As she was setting you back under the bowl you've managed to ask "Why would you tell me all of this?"
She stuck her tongue out. "At first I had to get something off my chest, then I remembered you were a micen. Needn't concern yourself any more than sitting down til I'm ready for you." She placed the bowl over you along with the can. You shivered, sitting on the cool counter in someone else's drool. You try to think of anything to calm you down; A warm bed, some blankets, a nice cup of warm water in the cold mornings.
The sounds of Bianca cooking rings in your eyes, constantly reminding you of your imminent demise. She hums as the sound of pasta slithers in the boiling pot. Your happy place feels harder and harder to get to. The thought of escape passes through your head. Can it be possible? You stand up and place your hands on the sides of the bowl. Pushing away from you, you can hear the dome move slightly. Unfortunately, so can Bianca. She lifted the can up, making you push the bowl fast enough you tripped and landed on your chest. Light pierced your eyes as the bowl was lifted from over head.
"Are you trying to escape?" Bianca asked, narrowing her eyes.
You choked on your words, but managed to shake your head. Taking the chance that he bowl was off you, your quickly peered around. The can wasn't full of beans, it was spaghetti sauce. The strands of straw were already turning to noodles in the boiling pot. You lock eyes with the cat, who must think it's adorable to watching you.
"You must want to watch me cook." She guessed, "Don't worry, your time will come and there will be plenty of room for you."
You saw your chance. If she thinks you're willing to be eaten, she'll trust you more. "Yeah, I always wondered how to cook." You twiddle your thumbs, "Of course, I wouldn't know how to cook, me being so little and all."
Bianca, amused by your behavior, patted you on the head with her finger and started explaining how to make pasta. You looked around every chance you got. Then you noticed the hole in the wall, a whole meter away. You'd never reach that in time. Bianca asked a question that startled you. "How does it feel to be willing?" She could see the hesitation in your face. She cleared her throat, "I mean, what is it like? I've wondered what micen think when it comes to being eaten. I know most don't enjoy it, but the ones that do; How do they- you- live a lifetime wondering whether to go with it or not?"
You aren't sure what to say, your mind quickly raced for a way to answer as Bianca poured the spaghetti onto a plate and continued.
"I mean, the mouse could just find the kitty and ask politely, they'd be able to live out all of their fantasies. It's almost considered lucky."
Bianca looked at you, expecting an answer, so you improvised, "Well, we're kind of embarrassed about it at times. Like if I asked what was your favorite... toy... We aren't so keen on answering it."
"Micen." Bianca said before chewing on a forks worth of noodles.
You watch the noodles disappear as she slurped them into her mouth. "What?" You asked softly, mesmerized as she swallows.
"Micen are my favorite toy to play with." Bianca said before slurping in more food.
"Well, if you put it that way it reminds me who I'm talking to." You take a moment to think, "It feels nice." You managed to cop out. Bianca is still looking at you, making you feel all the more anxious as the food on the plate is becoming less the more there. "I mean, once we've done something with our lives we can just live out our fantasies. And If our time comes sooner than expected, we'd still get to have fun, you know?"
You turned your head behind you, the hole is still in sight. You whip your head back and sure enough, the noodles were gone. Bianca closed her eyes savoring the last of the flavor.
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