Your instincts are practically begging you to run, and you itch to dash for safety, but you force yourself to stay calm. Keeping your eyes trained on the door and hardly daring to breathe, you remain where you are, sitting utterly still. The officer knocks one more time, then goes quiet. For a few seconds everything is still, the silence roaring in your ears. There’s a movement to your left, outside a window, as the cop circles around the back of the house. You feel immense relief that you decided not to take that route, but you know better to count your chicks before they’ve hatched

After what feels like forever, the police woman returns to the front of the house, where she is met by her partner. “Strange,” she says. “This is the Miles place. Freddy is usually here during the day.”

“That so? Should we check it out?” the other cop replies, and your heart skips a beat.

“Oh hell no. You know how Dana is.”

“Heh, she don’t scare me. You scared of a schoolteacher, rookie?”

“Fuck yes, and you should be too, cap. If Dana Miles knew we broke into her house...”

“Whatever,” the apparent captain interrupts. “Come on, let’s finish this job. Marla left quite the mess behind...”

You listen as they walk away, and finally you let out your breath, sinking back into the couch. “Phew,” you sigh, but your relief is cut short by yet another series of bangs on the door. You gasp audibly, then cover your mouth.

“Gil? Are you in there?”

It’s Millie. Faster than even you thought possible, you dash to the door and fling it open. Millie is standing there, still dressed in her cheerleader outfit, looking startled and confused. You grab her and pull her close, hugging her like you may never get another chance.

“Oof.. okay now,” Millie says softly, putting her arms around you. “It’s okay...”

“Millie...” you whisper, feeling a lump in your throat, though you’re not sure why. “I’m so-“

“Shhhh,” she coos, rubbing your back comfortingly. “That’s enough. Sit down now. We need to talk.”

“You got that right, Missy,” a brusque voice interrupts. “And for your own sakes, I suggest you get to it.” You and Millie jump in surprise and turn to face the two police officers, standing in the open doorway. One is short and squat, with black curly hair and dark brown skin, and the other is tall and fit, with blond hair pulled back in a ponytail and sunglasses covering her eyes.

“What are you kids doing here? You don’t live here,” the tall one demands, and you recognize her voice as that of Officer Brown.

“I think we found ourselves a pair of robbers,” the fat one says, crossing her arms over her bulging breasts. “You hungry, rookie? I think it’s about time for our lunch break, isn’t it?”

“I could eat,” Brown says, smirking.

“Back off,” Millie warns them, putting a protective arm in front of you, keeping you behind her. “We’re not thieves, leave us alone.” Her voice is grim and firm, with a cold edge to it you’ve heard very few times before.

“You know, that sounds like exactly what a thief would say,” the captain says with a smile, taking a step closer.

“Millie...” you whisper, watching the officers warily. It doesn’t look good. She doesn’t respond, keeping her focus centered on the approaching women.

“I’m giving you one last chance to walk away,” she warned, without a hint of uncertainty in her voice. “The only reason I haven’t eaten you already is because women taste awful, but don’t try me. I’m not above eating a couple of nasty bitches.”

The short, fat cop scowls, but hesitates, eyeing Millie up and down, sizing her up. “There’s nothing I hate worse than a disrespectful brat. I’ll teach you to threaten a police officer!” She cracks her knuckles and steps forward, reaching for Millie, who makes no effort to avoid her. The Captain seizes her by the shoulders, gripping tightly. You move forward to help, dismayed, but Millie holds a hand up to stop you. She stares down at the woman grabbing her, and smiles grimly.

“I’m gonna-“ is all the Captain has time to say before Millie brings her knee smashing up into her ample gut. The cop grunts in pained surprise, but Millie doesn’t allow her a chance to recover. She lazily shakes out of her grasp, then seizes her head with both hands and slams it down against her other knee with a loud crack.

“Nnnngh,” the fat woman wheezes as she slumps to her knees. Her partner moves to help, but Millie stills her with a glare. Officer Brown watches as Millie steps over the dazed captain so that her head is obscured by her cheerleader’s skirt. She reaches down and tugs her panties down around her knees.

“She’s fucked,” Millie declares, turning her gaze to Officer Brown as she eases her hips down onto the captain’s head. “But you don’t have to be. Cops get eaten all the time. The only decision you have to make is whether or not you’re gonna be one of them.”

“...look, you’ve made your point,” the cop says, holding her hands up. “Just let her go and we’ll be-“

“No.” Millie crosses her arms and jams her rump down forcefully, securing the captain’s head inside her backside. “I said she’s fucked, and I meant it. You can say goodbye to her... unless you’d rather follow her up my shithole.”

Brown hesitates, chewing her lip for a moment. The cop occupying her rectum begins to make muffled shouts of protest, squirming beneath the young predator. The two face each other for a moment, then Millie sighs and rolls her eyes. “Fine, guess I can forget my diet...” With a lewd slurping noise, the Captain is suddenly sucked up her bum, up to her waist, leaving her legs flailing usefully. Millie simultaneously advances in the remaining police officer, staring her down mercilessly.

“Okay! Okay! I’m going!” Brown cries, backing out the door. “I’ll just go finish this job.... enjoy the captain, i guess?” With that, she takes off towards your house, slamming the door shut behind her. Millie smirks, grunts, tugs the rest of her meal up her ass, and farts.

“Fucking bitches,” she grunts, tugging her panties back up and ignoring the strained cries coming from her now massively bulging stomach. “Lucky this uniform doesn’t have a midriff,” she remarks, patting her stretched flesh. She turns to you and nods at the couch, indicating for you to sit. You oblige at once, not wanting to risk her ire. She plops down next to you, the poor piece of furniture groaning under her weight. “So,” she begins, “what’s up?”

“Uhh,” You fumble, not sure how or where to start. You fidget nervously, staring down at your hands. Millie’s food lets out a muffled wail, and you wince, distracted.

“Gil,” Millie prods, placing her hand over yours. “Relax. You’re safe. Just tell me what’s happening.” Her voice is kind, but commanding. The slowly dying policewoman cries out desperately, but you shut her voice out and take a deep breath.

You tell her everything, starting with seeing your mom with Elliot and ending with the cops outside the door. Millie sits silently, listening intently until you’re finished talking. You surprise even yourself at how calmly you are able to tell the story. She doesn’t answer after you finish, frowning thoughtfully, working everything out. Finally, she takes your head in her hands and pulls you in for a hug, wrapping her arms around you. You press your face into her.

“Gil,” she whispers softly. “I’m so sorry.” You are as surprised as you are grateful for the words, and you hug her tightly, wishing you could stay there forever. Not even the horrid shrieks and nasty gurgles of Millies belly disturbs you now. You just want to be with Millie forever. She holds you, tenderly rubbing your back for a long while, and remains uncharacteristically quiet. After a time though, she has some questions for you.

“There are a few things I don’t understand.... mainly why you cared enough to do something so awful to save that boy you hardly know.”

You chew your lip a bit anxiously. You don’t exactly want to tell her about Sasha, but you don’t want to lie either. “I know his sister-or I used to. She was always nice to me.... we were friends once, a long time ago.... I saw my mom with her brother, and I knew how much she loved him... she’d be devastated. And then my mom got a hold of her too, and I just... I’d had enough of her murdering people-“

“It isn’t murder,” Millie said a bit sharply, just as her prey imploded with a crunch inside her. “Sorry,” she said in a softer voice. “Go on.”

“I just mean id had enough of her cruelty, and I didn’t wanna see Sasha die like that. Or Elliot.”

Millie chewed on that for a moment. “Well, Gil, you never stop surprising me. I’m impressed really, I didn’t think you had that kind of resolve... but no more adventures, okay? You’re lucky you got out of this alive and one day that luck will run out. I do my best to protect you but I can’t be there every time. Take it easy for a little while, I mean it.”