You wondered what Tiffany could possibly be thinking about so long. From her actions, you got an answer that definitely wasn't in your best interest. You watched as Tiffany's slightly open mouth turned into a smile with her teeth showing, then her lips came together and her tongue came out and ran across her upper lip. With her deep green eyes staring hungrily at you, you knew that your lovely raven-haired sister had decided that you looked tasty and would be good breakfast food. She brought her fork down to slice out the section you were in. You still couldn't wiggle free; you winced as you closed your eyes, figuring that you would be skewered by her fork. To your amazement, her fork came through the pancake, but not you. It had just barely missed you, even so, you weren't safe. You were still trapped between two pieces of pancake on the fork, as she brought it up to her mouth. Being stabbed by the fork would have been painful if it had happened, but you knew that what was in store for you would be worse. Tiffany wasn't the type of girl that swallowed her food whole. You knew that she loved to savor her food as she chewed it, and she would savor you just as much as she crunched and munched you.
Tiffany was obviously prolonging your agony of waiting for her to do the dead. She just stared at you thrashing about in between the pancake on her fork as she periodically licked her lips. She even took a few cute sniffs of you. Your sister, like she savored her food, was savoring the moment of having you on her fork like a normal bit of food about to feed her belly. You knew why she wasn't speaking or saying anything to you. She obviously didn't want anybody to notice you flailing on her fork. They might not look highly upon her devouring a member of the family. You knew Nora definitely wouldn't want her boyfriend to be chewed into pieces. Tiffany was done with the moment and was ready to eat you. You looked into her mouth as she opened wide, her eager tongue was salivating in anticipation, and you could see the darkness beyond. She moved the fork closer and closer and....
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