Suddenly, the world shifted. A soft flash of light rippled through the restaurant—and just like that, dozens of shrunken souls returned to their full size. Confusion erupted into tears, cheers, and gasping relief as people reappeared where they had vanished.
But not for everyone. Near the center of it all, Sarah collapsed to her knees, sobbing uncontrollably. Her hands gripped Valarie Bradson’s shoulders as she cried into her chest, shaking. Roger fought to surge forward, his voice hoarse and broken, but Elizabeth clung to his arm, holding him back.
“He had to be on you,” Roger snarled, his face a mix of fury and devastation. “He must’ve stayed behind... to finish it. He was still on your body!”
Valarie stepped back, confused and unsettled. “I... What are you talking about? Who was? What… what do you mean?” Her voice cracked under the weight of their anguish. She was overwhelmed. She hadn’t felt anything. She hadn’t known.
Elizabeth just stared at the floor, pale and trembling. Around them, people embraced. Laughed. Sobbed in joy. And yet, in this quiet, aching corner of the celebration, something was missing... or rather, someone.
Tags: comic, male prey, smaller prey, female pred, larger pred, tiny prey, digesting, A Weekend Alone
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Story by Fallout-Paladin |
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Artwork by Jieun |
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