Chapter #5Zehra’s Cereal by: Blood   You wake up to the sound of clinking metal and the sloshing of liquid around you. Disoriented and groggy, you blink your eyes open, only to be greeted by a wall of cold, white fluid all around you. It’s milk, and the realization that you're not where you should be jolts you awake instantly. You try to stand, but the slippery surface beneath you makes it difficult to find your footing. Then, you realize the horrifying truth—you’re in a bowl of cereal, shrunk to a mere two inches in height, surrounded by floating pieces of crunchy, honey-flavored cereal.
You turn your head, and your stomach drops when you see her: Zehra Güneş. The towering volleyball star sits at her kitchen table, dressed in casual morning attire—an oversized t-shirt that loosely drapes over her athletic frame and a pair of shorts. Her hair is slightly messy, as if she’s just woken up, and her eyes still carry that sleepy, yet focused look. She seems unaware of your presence as she casually stirs the cereal with her spoon, the silver utensil scraping against the ceramic bowl with a metallic echo that sends chills down your spine.
Your mind races with fear and confusion. How did this happen? Why are you so small? But those questions quickly take a backseat as survival instincts kick in. You have to get out of this bowl before Zehra unknowingly scoops you up and eats you along with her breakfast.
Just as you’re about to swim toward the edge of the bowl, you see the spoon descending, carving through the milk and sending waves that rock your tiny body. You’re frozen in place as the spoon scoops up a cluster of cereal pieces right beside you. The cereal rises high into the air, droplets of milk splattering down as the spoon makes its way toward Zehra’s slightly parted lips. Her mouth opens, revealing a glimpse of her white teeth and pink tongue as she guides the spoonful inside. You watch, terrified and mesmerized, as her lips close around the spoon, pulling it out clean. A loud crunch echoes through the room as she chews, her jaw moving with deliberate, powerful motions.
You know you don’t have much time. You swim frantically toward the edge of the bowl, trying to reach safety before Zehra’s spoon returns. But the milk is thick, and the cereal pieces keep knocking into you, making your progress slow and difficult. You’re almost halfway to the edge when you hear the spoon again, cutting through the milk with a loud swish.
Before you can react, the spoon hits you, scooping you up along with a soggy piece of cereal. You’re lifted high into the air, the world spinning around you as the spoon rises toward Zehra’s mouth. Panic grips you as you see her face loom closer, her dark eyes focused on the spoonful of cereal she’s about to eat. You’re too close to her mouth now, the warmth of her breath washing over you as she prepares to take the bite.
Desperate, you jump off the spoon just as her lips part. You hit the surface of the milk with a splash, sinking briefly before bobbing back up, gasping for air. Zehra doesn’t notice your tiny form as she continues eating, the crunch of cereal filling your ears as she chews. You’re safe for now, but you know it’s only a matter of time before the spoon finds you again.
You tread water, trying to avoid the floating cereal pieces that bump into you from all sides. Each time Zehra takes a bite, the milk level in the bowl drops slightly, making it harder for you to stay afloat. You consider making another dash for the edge, but before you can act, the spoon comes for you again. This time, there’s no escape. The spoon plunges beneath you, trapping you against a soggy piece of cereal as it lifts you high into the air.
You’re pressed tightly against the cereal, the rough texture of the soggy piece sticking to your body. The cold milk drips off the spoon as it rises toward Zehra’s face once more. You twist and struggle, trying to free yourself, but the sticky cereal holds you fast. As the spoon nears her lips, you feel the rush of warm air from her nostrils, followed by the humid heat of her mouth as she opens wide.
You’re plunged into darkness as Zehra’s lips close around the spoon, sealing you inside. Her tongue moves beneath you, lifting the cereal—and you—toward her teeth. You can hear the deafening crunch as she begins to chew, the sound vibrating through your tiny body. Her teeth come dangerously close to you, slicing through the cereal with terrifying precision. You’re caught on the edge of the chewed mass, the powerful motions of her jaw shaking you to your core.
In the chaos, you manage to peel yourself free from the cereal just before her teeth crush it completely. You tumble down her tongue, slipping through the saliva and nearly falling toward the back of her throat. A desperate burst of adrenaline pushes you to scramble forward, reaching for the light as her tongue pushes the chewed cereal toward the back of her mouth.
With a final burst of energy, you leap toward her lips, barely managing to grip the slick surface. You pull yourself out, sliding down the corner of her mouth as she swallows the chewed cereal with a loud gulp. You fall back into the bowl with a splash, your tiny body trembling with fear and exhaustion.
For a moment, you lie there, floating in the milk, trying to catch your breath. You’re covered in saliva, milk, and bits of cereal, your entire body aching from the near-miss. You can’t tell if Zehra is aware of you or not, but you’re not sure it matters. You need to get out of here before she eats you for real.
But before you can move, the spoon dips back into the milk, scooping up another bite of cereal—and you along with it. You’re lifted toward her mouth once more, the same terrifying sight greeting you as her lips part. This time, you’re stuck in the middle of the spoon, with no way to jump off in time. You watch helplessly as her mouth opens wide, her teeth gleaming in the dim light.
The spoon enters her mouth, and you’re plunged into darkness once again. Her tongue rises to meet the cereal, and you’re pressed against the soft, wet surface, the taste of milk and sugar flooding your senses. You try to cling to the cereal, but the force of her chewing shakes you loose, sending you sliding down her tongue toward her throat. You grab onto the ridges of her tongue, trying to stop your descent, but the saliva makes it almost impossible to get a grip.
Just as you’re about to lose your hold, Zehra pauses. Her tongue shifts, pushing you back toward the front of her mouth. You feel the pressure change as she tilts her head slightly, and suddenly, you’re pushed upward, toward the roof of her mouth. You can feel her considering something, as if she’s noticed something unusual in her mouth.
The tension is unbearable as you cling to her tongue, praying for some sort of miracle. Then, without warning, Zehra opens her mouth slightly, and you feel the spoon slide back in. She must have felt something strange and is now trying to investigate. The spoon brushes against you, and you realize this might be your chance to escape.   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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