You can't do it! Please don't make me do it, you scream mentally.
You feel your mother's cockroach body on your tongue, inside your doggy muzzle. You know you can't do it. You can't eat your own mother. You whimper and cry pathetically. j
Just as you think about spitting her out, a pair of hand encircle your muzzle, preventing you from doing so. You are helpless, fearful that moving too much will crush her. You can hear her hard shelled body pressing against the roof of your mouth.
The hands around you muzzle slowly tighten. No...
No! You scream as you feel the squeeze of the hands bringing your jaws tighter, pressing your tongue against the insect's body and the roof of your mouth.
You try to pull away, unable to get away from your captor.
CRUNCH!
Its like the earth has fallen away from below you. In grief, you fall to your haunches, realizing you've just crushed you mother in your mouth. There's a taste of bug juice in your mouth. The legs still writhe and twitch.
Mercifully, the hands release, allowing you spit her body out of your mouth.
You try to look away, but the hands grab you by the head and force you to look at her remains laying on the concrete ground. Its a disgusting sight. One of her wings is bent the wrong way, her carapace cracked like an egg. Two of her legs lie on the ground, detached from her body, the other four twitching randomly. Then, to your horror you notice her head antennae flipping around. My god, she's still alive.
You stare in misery and the crumple half-crushed form of your mother. She turns her little beady head in your direction. You can see the horror in her eyes, as if she's asking you "why?".
You should have taken her out of her misery while you could. You move to end her suffering, ready to crush her with your paw, but the hands hold you back.
Its almost as if they want to prolong your suffering...