` When I finally woked up I wasn't parlyzed anymore and I got up and I saw Peter was gone!!! I screamed because I loved him and he was gone. I started crying again and the tears started streaming down my cheeks because I loved him and I missed him again.
But then I saw him and he was kidnapped and I screamed "no not my true love."
I saw on a screen that he had been kidnapped by the Walking Foot, a local evil group. of evil.
I sat and cried and it was drafty since the window was smashed.
I just spent hours and hours reading this chapter in bed, on the edge of my seat the entire time. Words can't express how it gripped me, pulled me in like some kind of hungry tentacle monster with fishhooks on its tentacles, just snagging me so hard that I couldn't escape, and when I got to its mouth, it... smiled. Needless to say, I was frightened, so I screamed for help and flailed, but the hooks just held me in place while its smile opened wide enough to fit me inside, and then I realized all I could do was cry because I was utterly helpless in its impossibly tight grasp. And then I was inside it, and in a mad effort to make myself less palatable, I soiled myself. That did not work, and I was instead forced back, and into the nightmarish depths of its gullet.
The first few minutes were the most terrifying, but soon I realized that I could still breathe. Hours later, as starvation set in and I began to go mercifully mad, it swallowed a plate of fried chicken, which I greedily dug into. It kept me alive for years, and while I felt alone, I still always felt its presence, which somehow worked in my favor as an odd kind of kinship formed. I grew to love the monster, and I think that it loved me.
Anyway yeah, that's how this chapter made me feel.
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Who hasn't felt that way at least once?