Barbara's eyes squinted, bringing the spoon closer to her face. The tiny, struggling figure of her daughter came into focus, her eyes widening in disbelief and horror. Recognition dawned, swiftly replaced by anger and frustration. Her lips curled into a sneer.
"Sienna? What the hell are you doing in there?" Barbara's voice was a low, disbelieving whisper, her mind reeling.
Sienna, shivering and exhausted, looked up at her mother with wide, fearful eyes. "Mom, please, help me! I don't know what happened!"
Barbara's face twisted with disdain. "This is what happens when you don't listen, Sienna! I told you that costume was ridiculous! You think you're some kind of warrior angel? Well, now look at you!" Her voice grew colder and more venomous with each word.
Sienna's heart sank as she realized her mother's fury outweighed her concern. "Mom, no! Please, you can't do this!"
Barbara huffed, her frustration boiling over. "You're grounded! You hear me? Grounded! Maybe this will teach you to listen to me for once." With a sneer, she tipped the spoon, sending Sienna tumbling back into the bowl. The milk enveloped her, cold and suffocating, her screams muffled by the liquid.
Barbara watched with a detached expression, her earlier frustrations finding a dark outlet. She stirred the cereal, ensuring Sienna stayed submerged. Each move was deliberate, the spoon churning the milk into a frothy chaos. She picked up the newspaper, unfolding it with a snap, and began to read, her eyes scanning the headlines as if her daughter wasn't fighting for her life just inches away.
Sienna's struggles grew weaker, her tiny form battered by the relentless motion of the spoon. The weight of her costume pulled her down, deeper into the cold, unforgiving milk. Her vision blurred, and her screams turned to gurgles as she resurfaced, gasping for breath.
Barbara glanced down occasionally, her lips curling into a cruel smile. "You always wanted to be the hero, Sienna. How's that working out for you now?" she muttered, flipping to the next page of the newspaper.
Minutes stretched into a torturous eternity for Sienna. The milk felt like icy fingers wrapping around her, each cereal loop a floating prison wall. She had no strength left to scream, only managing feeble attempts to keep her head above the milk. She looked up at her mother, hoping for a change of heart, but Barbara's face remained cold and indifferent.
Finally, Barbara set down the newspaper and reached for the spoon again. Sienna's heart pounded as the spoon descended towards her, the metal gleaming ominously. She tried to swim away, but the weight of her costume made her movements sluggish and futile.
The spoon scooped her up once more, along with a mound of cereal. Barbara lifted it towards her mouth, her expression unreadable. Sienna's eyes widened in terror, her body trembling.
"Mom, please, don't do this," Sienna whispered, her voice barely audible.
Barbara hesitated for a moment, her eyes locking onto Sienna's. "You should have listened," she said coldly. "Maybe in your next life, you'll make better choices."
With that, Barbara opened her mouth and brought the spoon closer. Sienna's world slowed as she approached the cavernous maw, the humid breath washing over her like a death sentence. The mouth closed around her, sealing her fate.
The warmth of Barbara’s mouth was a stark contrast to the cold milk. Sienna felt the pressure of her mother's tongue pressing her against the roof of her mouth, the cereal crunching ominously around her. She screamed, but the sound was swallowed up by the wet, suffocating darkness.
Barbara chewed slowly, her expression one of grim satisfaction. Each crunch resonated through Sienna's tiny body, the pain excruciating. As the last of the cereal was ground to mush, Sienna's consciousness began to fade, her world dissolving into darkness.
Barbara swallowed, the movement of her throat sealing Sienna's fate. She picked up the newspaper again, continuing her reading as if nothing had happened. The morning light continued to stream into the kitchen, casting a cold, indifferent glow on the scene of quiet horror that had unfolded within.
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