Cookie Story

The smell had me in a trance yet again and all I could imagine was the sweetness of that monsters skin. His face was close to mine now and our eyes were locked, his with the look of pure domination and mine with total fear. I pleaded with my eyes for him to have mercy for my mouth would do nothing but tremble. I closed my eyes tight in hopes that when I opened them he would be gone and I would be alone, but everytime I opened them again he was still there, looking at me with more intensity than before. It was as if he was studying me now.His eyes suddenly showed a look of compasion and he lifted his creepy chocolate hand to my face, holding me softly his tongue slowly peirced through his black lips and I could feel the drool drip onto my cheek. He licked my face, and an evil smile crept across his enourmas face and with his nose almost against mine and our eyes locked onto eachother he slowly whispered to me... MMMMM COOKIE. Suddenly our roles were totally reversed and now I understood the fear this poor sweet monster had felt from me in the beginning, was it too late to fix the damage or was I now the prey?

He licked me again. He continued to slurp the chocolate off my body. I realized that is how he must have regained his strength. All the chocolate on the floor was all cleaned up. My heart pounded with fear so bad that I hoped a heart attact would kill me before he could torture me slowly as he was doing. His big chocolaty tongue felt wet and gross as he licked my face again and again. I could do nothing. My eyes were still fixed with his. This was my fate, what my life had amounted to? I decided to close my eyes and wait for it to finally end. As soon as I tried to do that, he growled at me and I knew he demanded my attention. I swallowed hard and tried to relax hoping he would be easy on me. Slowly, he continued to lick my face clean. Then he started on my throught and ears. It was a strange feeling. I resisted the sensation at first, but as I relaxed, I gave into how hot his tongue felt on my skin. The room was still so cold that I began to anticipate each lick. My stomache began to growl and my appitite for his chocolaty taste was building up inside me again.

He continued to lick me slowly and gentle but with each swipe of his tongue my urge to taste his sweet chocolate skin grew stronger and stronger, suddenly as if some stronger power took over me, I grabbed his huge monsterous face tightly with both hands. Our eyes locked and we stared at eachother, neither one of us giving into the others power. I could feel his hot breath directly on my face and it made my eyes water but I would not shift my gaze or relax my grip for one second because now I knew I had started the battle that would decide my fate.....

He did not fight my grip for some reason, as I expected he might. I hungered for his chocolately taste and he hungered to lick the chocolate that was all over me. Would the cycle ever end? What would he do when he finished gulping the chocolate and what would I do it I finished him off and there was no more? So, I said "Hey, you know what, lets stop this nonsence. We can go to the store and buy some more cookies and chocolate syrup. He finished licking his lips but looked at me a bit suspiciously with his eyebrows clenched down, making sure not to let me out of his site as he hesitantly let me loose.

With a curious look in his eyes he simply shrugged his shoulders and stood above me, reaching with one giant hand he lifted me to my feet. With a slow snarly growl he insisted he drive. Strange that he would want to drive I thought as I struggled with my jacket. Did he know how, would we be safe? well, he was not one to argue with so I handed him the keys and we headed out the door...

We got to the door and each looked at each other as if to figure out who was going first. I began and stopped. Then he blinked his big brown chocolately eyes at me he seemed to almost begin to go but he stopped too. The tension was a little heavy, so I knew I better go. Then I remembered. I looked like hell and wanted to change before I went to the store. I was kind of afraid to ask if I could because I knew he might not trust me. And even so, he was a chocolate scarry monster. He wouldn't look so hot at the store either. I was probably thinking too much and figured we just better go since it WAS my idea. We continued to walk toward the car. . .

Time seemed to go so slow since this was such an awkard moment in my life and I could not even begin to sort out the events that led to this point, but as we drove I watched my creation of oozy chocolate syrup and chunks as he manuavered the car graceful down the back streets. I was impressed with his ability to handle a vehicle and I could see that he was at ease with his driving. I wondered who is this creature, He seems to know so much of my world but yet if my calculations were correct he had only been in existence for a day, I mean really, unless I was unconscience on the kitchen floor for longer than I thought, I just spewed him from my mouth this morning. Suddenly I was confused. How did we get here? Was it all just an image of my own dillusional mind? When I looked upon this creature was he really what I was seeing? I did not have long to process these thoughts for suddenly I was thrown forward into the dashboard with Great force and the car seemed to be sliding sideways... what happened? I could not get straight, yes we were spinning now, I then realized that something big and powerful was actually pushing our tiny car down the street..........

The sun was bright that summer day. I was hot and very dizzy now. As the car spun I kept trying to get a grasp on my direction as we slid down the street , bring thrust further along by 'something?' each time I thought we were about to slow. My eyes could not focus on a thing. I kept seeing light and dark like a srtobe light. This thing had an over whelming darkness and looked just like a blur as I went round and round. I was hoping to just hit something just so the car would stop. Mt stomache was beginning to growl and I felt a little nausious. If this was some sort of trippy dream then why was my stomach hurting. Then, like a ton of bricks, reality set in. I have no idea why it took so long. I paniced and began screaming. . .. .

I was not dreaming about the monster, no that was not a dream. BUT I was dreaming about surviving his attack. I mean I did survive but once I realized my situation, I wished I had not. I was in a hospital, all I could see was the white walls rushing by as the doctors pushed my down the halls. I could hear them yelling out medical terms to one another and I could see the Emergency room signs on the walls. I could barely lift my head off of the pillow but it did not take long for me to realize the condition I was in. I looked to the side and down and saw that my arms were gone, and my stomache was bandaged tightly, I could see the blood coming through the cotten blanket and I knew I was not going to be able to hold on. Panic swirled through my mind as I tried to remember what had really happend. How long had I been here I thought as the doctors turned the gurny swiftley down the corridors. I was moving fast now and I was scared....

My arms!!!! It was so terrible. I kept trying to move them but they were not there. This was all wrong. This could not be real. It just could not be. I closed me eyes in hopes to wake up from this terrible nightmare. I prayed to the good Lord, my savior. I had to believe this was not real and I hoped and prayed and prayed that it was not. The pain was excruciating and made it hard to pretend I was just dreaming. Where in the heck was I going anyway? They pushed me down hallway after hallway. What for? Why couldn't his whole day just be over I thought. I wanted to be home in my bed and I wanted my daddy to tuck me into bed and tell me everything was going to be OK. I was helpless and I wanted to ask what was happening to me but when I opened my mouth, all that came out was crying. I was crying my head off, bawling uncontrollably. Blood and tears were my whole exsistance. This had to be the single most worse time of my entire life. I wondered how this moment would ever end. Then, we came to an elevator. We went inside and the doors closed. The murmers of these medical people who were pushing me around became a blur, but at least I was still for a moment. I closed my eyes again in hopes to wake up from the nightmare when that familiar smell began to overwhelm me. . . .

That smell again, How could I get that smell out of my thoughts. No matter how horrible my situation, how intense my pain, the smell of my sweet cookie monster always drew me into a sweet and creamy sensation. The smell was stronger now and through the tears in my eyes I could see the doctors surrounding me, looks of confusion and amazement on there faces. What were they looking at??? why were they concentrating so hard on my stomach? The noises began to fade again and the movement seemed to be slow motion in the room and the smell of sweet fresh chocolate filled my senses, and my mind wondered back to that place he always took me. I closed my eyes and there he was in my mind. My sweet cookie monster. He was smiling at me and moving closer. I could almost taste him again.....

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