>You won't be resting on Felicia's night stand.

>You won't hear loud poundings echoing through the halls as her bare feet hit against the ground

>You won't attempt to hide behind a lamp as she comes through the doorway.

>She won't be wearing nothing but her black bra and panties

>She won't give a loud yawn that echos through the room, exposing her pearly white fangs (which you had gotten all too familiar with earlier.)

>She wont slightly grin as she sees you hiding behind the lamp.

>She won't playfully lean on the small table, asking where her mousey went off to.

>You won't think to yourself that this time, this one time, you may have finally gotten away from her.

>You won't be proved wrong as a wall of flesh quickly envelops you.

>You won't become completely entrapped in Felicia's closed fist.

>She won't loosen the grip only just enough for you to stick your head out.

>You won't push your head upright to get another glance at her smiling, adorable face.

>You won't scream as she suddenly falls back onto her bed.

>You won't wait in horror an anticipation. Waiting for whatever horror she is about to commit to you.

>You won't flinch in fear as she brings you closer to her mouth again.

>You won't close your eyes, hoping to yourself it doesn't come to that again.

>You won't open those eyes again in shock as you find yourself pressed against something warm and soft.

>You won't find out that she's pressing you against her cheek.

>You won't feel her purrs beat against your body.

>She won't wiggle around as she gets comfortable, still pressing you against her.

>You won't find it comfortable too.

>She won't start dozing off into a slumber, still holding you close to her like a child would to a doll.

>Her melodic purring won't help you doze off into sleep as well.

>You won't wake up in the middle of the night, realizing she had let go of you.

>You won't be resting in the palm of the giant thief, a little ways away from her head.

>You won't realize that this is your one chance to freedom.

>You won't finally have your opportunity to escape your terrible captor once and for all.

>You won't nearly do it before looking back and seeing her peaceful, relaxed sate.

>You won't lay back down in her hand, moving around slightly to get comfortable.

>You won't hold her pinky close to you, nuzzling your head against it as you go back to your sleep.

>You won't be able to sleep in the hand of a giant Black Cat.

>You won't finally accept your position as her little plaything.

>You won't be Felicia's mouse.