How long have you been small? You've been the lion's toy for some time. Suckled like a hard candy, subject to the whims of his tongue. It is better than being subject to the whims of his teeth.

The slick, curling monster is at rest, flopped thickly around you. The lion is asleep. Can you escape?

It's hard to think as hot air gusts up past your whole body, humidity pawing at you as the smothering enclosure below awaits.

He likes games...right? You'd read that somewhere, certainly. Perhaps if you propose a game...

It's so...so hard to think...

A heavy weight makes itself comfortable atop your head, boulderous digits drumming. The rubbing feels nice, well-kept palm, dagger claws painted purple, combing across your scalp.

Pawpads gently rasp against your forehead as his claws dangle into view. Do you look up at them?

"Tell me a story..."