The micen squirmed in your jaws.
You were laying down on your cot, just finished digesting a different mouse. Now there's room for his friend. "Let me go! I'll do whatever you want!" she pleaded. The mouse was laying horizontally between your teeth, her legs dangled from the left side of your lips, her arms and head were hanging out your right. "I won't tell anyone where you are, I promise!" She began to tear up. You heard that before, it's how you became to be known as a myth amongst the colonies. You're not making that same mistake again.
You lift your head up, cause her rump to slide towards your throat.
"No! No! No! Please don't!" She cried as she slid even more. She tried to grab you lips or teeth but you bit down, squeezing her ribs and making her panic. For a moment she let go, giving you enough time to swallow down. Your neck began to expand as her rump, tail and legs began to pass your gullet. She wasn't begging anymore. She focused all her efforts to grab something, anything. Now her head is at your teeth, one is nearly touching her eye. She stopped struggling, she knows it's futile.
With another gulp, she was in enough that you can close your jaws. And you did. One last swig and she was on her way to your warm, tight belly. You sat up, feeling your gut expand, not by much mind you, it's just a micen. You merely look like you ate a full meal, which you did. ou lay back down on your cot and rest your head on some cotton, pulling a blanket over yourself and letting your weariness get to you.
You wake up, your gut isn't as full as it should be. You throw your feet off the bed and open a chest. It had plenty of food in it, from a container full of honey to some stale bread and cereal flakes. You seem to be running low on water when you checked the canteen. The micen never have enough water on them. Takes about six of their canteens to fill yours. You grab it and head outside your door. It led to a long hallway, beneath your feet was a pipe of warm water, above you was one for cool. You loosened a screw slightly, allowing the water to drip into your canteen. Your took a swig and filled it again before sealing the ratchet.
You place it back into the chest and stretch your legs and arms for about a minute. It's a long way to the surface. You step outside once again and get on all fours. You dashed your way along the pipe for about five minutes, at a pace that you weren't too tired by the end of it. You made it to a part where there was a hole in a wall. It wasn't too big, but you were able to squeeze through it easily. Above you is your secret hunting ground. A place where micen travel from one point to the other, one of the only passages hidden away from the prying eyes of the leona, but not popular enough that it's full of micen.
You waited patiently under a hatch that was hidden enough that no one would know it was there unless they were looking for it. Soon you heard footsteps. They passed over the hatch unwittingly. You could have just opened it and grabbed them, but other micen might be around to hear your prey scream. You waited until you were sure there were no companions in the distance. You opened the hatch, the micen was a quarter of a meter away from you. They turned around and noticed the large creature come from the ground and yelped while turning tail. They were carrying a dufflebag, making it hard for them to get away. As if there was a chance of that happening.
You get on all fours and gave chase. When the micen was close, they turned around. Dropping the bag and pulling out a sharp shiny needle, you could see it was indeed a...
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