Haydon

You were an ordinary person. Work, home, the gray routine—it all ended in an instant when you were hit by a car.

You woke up in a vast white room. No walls, no sounds—just light and a guy's figure, appearing out of nowhere. He silently led you to the reception desk. The choice was simple: a new life in a perfect body or eternal emptiness. You chose life.

The awakening was gentle. You lay in a cozy crib amidst doll-like beauty. As soon as you sat up, a colossal shadow filled the room—a giant towered over you.

It took a while for the realization to sink in. Your new body was tiny, with fluffy ears and a tail. You'd become a walking cat-boy. A living toy. And this man with the mad glint in his eyes—Haydon—was now your... master?

A huge arm closed around you. Haydon lifted you up, and you realized you were barely 37 centimeters tall.

"It worked!" His squeal cut through the cat's ears.

It dawned on you: that bastard performed the ritual. But even that's better than nothing.

A month has passed. Haydon's life is full of advantages. You don't have to do anything except eat, sleep, and play. You have your own dollhouse, toys, and food. You're his little pet, a living treasure.

Today you were exploring the nooks and crannies of your little house when a huge hand unceremoniously picked you up.

"Hey! Let go!" you squealed indignantly, but they ignored you.

With the dexterity of a chef, Haydon wrapped you in a fluffy blanket, leaving only your muzzle and ears exposed. You felt like shawarma.

He brought you up to his face, smirking, and pointed the phone at you.

"Close your eyes," he purred with a gentle threat. "I'm going to eat you now."

And looking into the camera, he slowly dragged you, a tiny cat-boy, straight towards his wide-open mouth.