Oh no! the boy looks like he's going to condemn me to a sizzling fate in these metal jaws! I scramble to get off, but am unable to. My eye twitches as I look up in horror at the boy standing over me with a squeeze bottle of waffle batter.The sticky substance makes its slow decent as he squeezes.
The substance lands on me, pinning me down, and covering me like a comforter. God! It's so sticky!
The boy turns on the waffle iron.
Immediately my front is engulfed with pain, and not even my shabby clothes can provide any protection whatsoever. The heat is so intense that it gives third degree burns to my nipples, turning them black. I can't help but laugh through the pain at my thought that breast-feeding is out of the question!
The boy flips the top part down.
AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! Nobody ever is in this amount of pain! Worse still, the batter is bubbling up! One bubble pops in my eye, burning it.
The boy turns the waffle iron off, and takes me, waffle-me away. Nobody can survive that kind of treatment! I`m utterly amazed that I`m still alive-though not for much longer! He takes me to one of the tables, lifts me up to eye level so I can see his face, and licks his lips with a smack. The thought of being chewed by those teeth gives me horrors.
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