Bintou stood up, and carried me to her

kitchen. She opened a cabin and took

out a glass jar.

She opened it, and dropped me in it.

"Stay here, I will pick you up later."

Bintou said, and she closed the jar.

I saw her walking away, and heard her

going up stairs.

I looked around her kitchen. It seemed

like an ordinary, much like I had back

in the Vault.

The thing that made me nervous, was the

butcher knife on the countertop.

The knife part was surely twice my

size, and could pierce through me as if

I was a tomato.

It was an hour after she had put me in

the jar, and I was running low on ogyxen.

I was starting to become dizzy, and it

took me a lot of effort to breath.

I sat down, and tried to limit my breathing,

to save some oxygen, when I heard footsteps

coming down from the stairs.

They were Bintou's, obviously.

She came down, dressed again. I looked at

her hair and saw that she had a bun.

She walked to the fridge and took out

another 'can' of Cola.

Out of a tray, Bintou took out a giant

can opener, and used it to remove the

top.

It fit perfectly in her hands. She took

another can and did the same.

She emptied them in a giant glass, a few

foot bigger than me. The Cola almost

reached the top.

"Don't worry, I haven't forgotten about

you." She said to me.

The jar was opened, and I was finally

embraced by air. Sweet sweet oxygen.

Out of her chest pocket she took

a person.

It was a short caucasian man, that

was struggling and panicking in

her hand.

It came as a total surprise to me,

that there was another man.

I was just about to say, or scream

something to the scared man, when

she let him go, into her glass of

cola.

A good amount of Cola came out when

the man came in, and only about 3/4

remained in the glass.

The man swam up, screaming.

"Ah, it burns! It's in my eyes!

Oh dear God."

Bintou lifted the glass up to her

mouth, and poored all of it in.

I could see the man trying to

swim against the stream in, but he

got devoured with the rest of the

Cola.

Cola will never be the same for me,

I thought.

I could see the gulp going through

her throat.

*BURP!* came out of her mouth.

A real untasteful display, as I

felt very sorry for the man.

I simply thought that, whatever

she'd do to me, she needed me

alive.

After a few moans, she picked the

jar up with me in it, and walked

up stairs.