“Mir-Miranda…” you whisper as she walks to the bathroom and shuts off the light, switching on the vent, and closing the door behind her.
“I’m sorry about that…” she whispers, sitting on the floor beside your cage. You see concern on her face, her green eyes, much darker than her sisters, looking into yours and then flickering downward in what almost seems to be apprehension. “Are you ok?”
“Mi-Mira…” you say calling her by the nickname, the name you’ve called her since you were children, “pl-please…I don’t want to be eaten…”
“Maxie… I’m sorry, but I really don’t want to eat Harvey… and it’s already been decided. Taryn told me she gets to have you if I don’t eat you myself… and honestly, I… if you’re going to be eaten anyway, I do want you myself.”
Her stomach growls as she finishes, and you instinctively flinch away from the ominous sound, scrambling to the far side of your cage, though it only put about a foot and a half between you and your cousin. You press yourself against the bars as Mira reaches a hand in, whispering “Maxie…” as she tries to comfort you.
“Don’t ‘Maxie’ me, you just said you wanted to eat me!” you respond vehemently. And suddenly realizing you were naked and had dropped your blanket in your haste, yip and quickly wrap the blanket around yourself.
“It’s nothing I haven’t seen before Max.” Mira says, looking you in the eye, concern and apprehension briefly lightened by a spark of amusement. Of course, Mira was vore; you shouldn’t be surprised. Vores had a tendency to take what they wanted from their meals before devouring them. You just hadn’t imagined Mira…
“Why are you here?”
“I wanted to check on you. You mom said they would lock you in your room tonight until they were ready for tomorrow…but I only found out from Leah a little while ago that they had you in this cage. I’m sorry, I didn’t want you to be uncomfortable. I’ve been trying to make sure you were having fun over the past few days…”
“Before you eat me?”
“Yes! Before I eat you! Seriously Max, your mom was going to just put you in the cage at home and drive you all the way up here in the trunk, I was trying to make sure you enjoyed your last day before… well, before I digest you…” Leaning against the cage with both hands wrapped around the bars as she looks at you, you can see your cousin is distraught. Not as much as you, but still… for a vore, this is a surprising level of concern for someone who is, for all intents and purposes, just food at this point. “I’m sorry Max, but Leah was able to get the key for your lock, see?” she pulls a chain around her neck and lifts a key from underneath her shirt. “But I can’t let you run off, so I have to tie you to me. You have to promise to behave, ok?”
Shivering, you nod, meeting Mira’s eyes as you mumble “o-ok…”
