This choice: Given to the woman who's gonna end you, painfully • Go Back...Chapter #4Given to the woman who's gonna end you, painfully. by: Tslar   "Mrs. Smith, I'm sorry it had come to this. I don't like to fire my staff but in your case I have no choice. One thing I can do for you is giving you that tiny who bitten you. Take it, it's yours now. I hope that it'll serve as a lesson for dealing with those tinies properly." Ms Moon said to the lunch lady.
You didn't like being referred as 'it', that only made it even clearer that in their eyes you're just food and nothing else.
"Yeah, whatever." Mrs. Smith, the lunch lady answered as she angrily grabbed you off the table and stuffed you inside her purse. However, she didn't just threw you in, she put you into an inside small pocket, and closed with a zipper. If you had already tried to escape and showed violence, it only made sense.
For the next hour or so you felt her purse swings as she walked and drove home and heard some muffled voices around you of the school and her car. About an hour later you have arrived at her home. She got you out of her purse ad dropped you straight into a small glass jar. She didn't close the cap yet and held it in front of her gigantic face. Meanwhile you looked to see that you're in a room that had a a kitchen on one side and a living room on the other.
Now that you're so close to her face, and not occupied in trying to escape for your life, you can finally have a good view of the woman who's about to end your life in one way or another, most likely by eating you. Mrs. Smith was in her 40's, had a shoulders length brownish curly hair, tanned skin color and big pink lips. After a day at work and with everything that happened today, you could see the tiredness and anger on her mature, bit rough face. She started speaking to you.
"Listen here you little shit! I don't know what made you think that your life has any meaning but being food. Seriously, haven’t you realized that you can't do anything about that? You were BORN to be food, you ARE food! Why can't you be like any other normal Shrunks that just lay there on a plate and let a normal woman eat you? Most of the girls and the teachers at school don't toy around with their shrunken men food, they just eat them, giving a quick death. But now you have lost that right. Now I'm going to punish you and cause you a lot of pain! And guess what? You're still going to end up being eaten, like you were meant to!"
You started to understand that pulling your little stunt earlier wasn't the best choice. You could have just let that girl eat you with her spaghetti. By now you could have been long deaf if she chose to chew you, or already melted and starting to digest if she would have swallowed you whole. You try to clam yourself, maybe the anger and rage felling of Mrs. Smith will pass away, and she'll just eat you.
As if reading your thoughts, Mrs. Smith paused and looked at you with angry piercing eyes.
"Because I already know you'll probably want to try and escape again, you leave me no choice but to do this-"
She plucks you out of the jar with two fingers ang bringing you close to her mouth. With her other hand she grabs your legs and guide them towards her front teeth. When she opened her mouth, a gust of her warm breath washed over you, smelled of her own mouth scent. She held your legs on her front lower teeth, just right above your ankles. She brought her upper front teeth down to match from above. She smiled and let out a small giggle and *SNAP* she crunched down your feet with a quick powerful bite. She held you away from her mouth as you watched her chewing your little feet with an evil smile and swallowed down.
"Now you won't be able to run anywhere! Aren’t you, FOOD?"
You just gasped in in pain, and there was more to come. She proceed with doing the same to your hands, cutting them off with her teeth in the wrists line. This time before snapping her teeth together, she gave a quick lick with her tongue, which became the last thing you felt with your palms and finger before losing them to her mouth.
"Now, lets disinfect the wounds, I want you to be alive until I eat you!"
Nothing prepared you for what came next. She took some salt and put on her tongue. She let her saliva melt it for a bit before sticking her tongue out again. Then one by one she held your stumped limbs and gave them a salty lick. It burned like hell and you screamed in pain.
She put you back in the jar and spent few minutes looking at you agonizing in pain. You sat down because you no longer could stand. You couldn't even touch or press near the severed areas, because you no longer had hands. You just sat there and watched her enjoying you suffering.
Mrs. Smith put the jar on a shelf in the kitchen. She didn't have to bother closing it with a cap, it's not like you can stand or climb anyhow. She noticed you looking up realizing just that and gave you a smirk with a "stay there and rot" face expression. She went off to shower and relax after that long day.
What happens next?
1. Her daughter walks in after a day in school. She sees you and think you're some sort of shrunken man candy and have you for herself, granting you a relatively quick death sparing you the tortures her mother planed.
2. Mrs. Smith leaves you in there for the entire night, planning to torture you more tomorrow before eating you at some point.
3. Jennifer, Mrs. Smith's sister, came for a visit and takes you to herself without Mrs. Smith noticing. You look intriguing to her and for some reason extra tasty.
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