This choice: Drops you into the pocket of her jeans. | Go Back Chapter 2: Into The Pocket Of Danielle's Jeans. (ID #346406) an addition by: Mad Dog ![View gunbunny's Portfolio. [Offline / Private]](http://images.Writing.Com/imgs/writing.com/writers/costumicons/ps-icon-regular-10.gif) More by this author You can't help feeling terrified as the girl's crowd around Danielle and stare down at you in the palm of her right hand.
"They always look so cute when they're so small", says one.
"They look like little, two legged bugs", says another.
"They're certainly helpless", Danielle says with her southern drawl and an evil grin. "We can do whatever we want with them...and they can't do a thing to stop us. But best of all, once we're done with them. We can eat them..or swallow them whole". You're not sure whether she's just saying that to scare you. But then you think about the two poor guys currently trapped in her stomach. You try not to, but you can't help wondering whether her body has started to digest them yet.
"I love eating little men", she says. "They taste so good. And they're nice'n crunchy".
There's a lot of giggling. You struggle to stop your growing panic from showing.
"I'm gonna have a lot of fun with you. And then I'm gonna let my friends have fun with you. And then..if you're lucky..I'll eat you for dinner. And if you're really lucky..You'll have given so much pleasure, I'll allow you a quick death, and bite your head off before I eat the rest of you".
More giggling.
"What..nothing to say little man?", Danielle asks. "I guess you're...overwhelmed...by all the beautiful young women around you".
"I think we should we head back to the house", says the redhead. The girls start packing away the picnic things and then walk off toward the lake. The redhead comes and stands next to Danielle, who's spent the last few minutes staring at you.
"You coming?", the redhead asks.
"Sure," Danielle replies. "Just thinking about all the things I'm gonna do with my new toy".
With that, she pulls the right side pocket of her jeans open and drops you in, plunging you into darkness. Where will this story go next? Your choices are below...
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