Cody Morrow (Highschooler, turned into a Parasitic Slug)

"Please, kill me..." I say to no one but myself. With no mouth to talk, no way to communicate and nothing to interact with but this sterile 5 liter crystal jar I've been trapped in during the last month.

Why did this happen? What did I do to deserve this? I ask myself those questions at least a hundred times every single day. I used to believe in karma, back when I was just a happy-going highschool student about to celebrate his 18th birthday with his girlfriend. But then, out of nowhere, I was turned into this... thing. Then chaos ensued, then I got kidnapped and put into this living hell.

I perceive a movement from the other side of the crystal wall encircling my little world. I can't see much because my new body has a very poor vision... and because there is a study lamp focused on my jar 24/7, illuminating my completely exposed self with a permanent dazzling light. I wish it would go away. I miss the darkness. I miss... way too many things.

I suddenly hear a clasping noise right above me.
She is opening the lid. Is it time to eat already?

I can't see much because of the light. But it doesn't take long until I perceive a few chunks of something mushy falling right on my side.

"There you go!" Says a happy feminine voice from above. "Bon apetit!"

I immediately squirm away from those chunks, which happen to be a few pieces of raw chicken, my movement leaving behind a disgusting trail of mucose.
Meanwhile, behind the glass, I hear the sound of my kidnapper hitting a recorder.

"Day 32 of the Mutant Slug Investigation: It's 5:05pm. After confirming that the creature is fine after eating raw meat, this time I left a few bones to see if it can also digest those."

After finishing her recording, my kidnapper leans forward until her face is almost touching the glass. Only then I can really see her.
She is a petite girl with short brown hair and a pair of big and bright blue eyes behind two round glasses. In another life, I might've found her cute and friendly. But to me, right now, she is nothing less than the devil. I hate her, for putting me into this jar and treating me as her little science project, I despise her with every single fiber of my being!

But... I also miss her every time she goes away. Because her punctual visits and daily interactions are the only break I get from the continuous silence and crippling loneliness of my new miserable life. And I hate myself for this emotional dependency.
Though even if I didn't have this relationship with my kidnapper, I'd still have plenty of reasons for this self-hatred. As an 18 year old boy who has been transformed into some kind of alien slug, there is not much room for anything else.

I really don't want to eat those raw chicken chunks. They look disgusting, and eating what she gives me makes me feel extremely humilliated.
But... I'm too hungry. I cannot resist...

At the end, I end up crawling back towards the meat. Then, the tiny mouth under my antennae opens up and 3 appendages that look like some kind of tentacles come out of it, extending forward, toward the first chunk.
My whole slimy body is more or less 15cm long. But my tentacles can get way longer than that. They keep extending, enveloping the chicken, and even penetrating it with a tiny sharp end that comes out only when they have to **** their way through.
Those disgusting tentacles slowly pull the meat into my mouth, where very tiny teeth helps to sepparate the meat into little chunks that I keep swallowing whole. And I don't stop until I've eaten all the chicken meat, bones included.

If I was still a human, I would be gagging in disgust. But as a slug, I'm not particularily picky with my food.

When I finish, my kidnapper, whose name seems to be Emily Barry, records a few lines more and then goes away. Tomorrow she will return and she will repeat this whole routine over and over with little variations.
How long do I have to stay like this? When will this end? Oh God... if you exist, please have mercy of me...

When night comes over, I hear the familiar sounds of Emily undressing from the other side of the glass. She is probably putting on the pajamas and about to go to sleep. Can't she at least turn off this damn lamplight pointing at me?! Why is it always on?!

But she doesn't do that. Instead, she turns off all the other lights on the room except this one, and then I hear the ruffing sound of the mattress the moment she finally lays down.
If I was a human, I'd be grinding my teeth in frustration.

But then, I realize something.
Right after she fed me, when Emily put the lid back over my jar... I didn't hear the sounds of her closing the clasps.

The jar is not secured!

The realization makes me extremely nervous and restless. But I **** myself to be patient.
I wait for a long while, in order to make sure the girl is asleep. And then I act.

I crawl to the wall of the jar and lean on it while I stretch my slimy body as high as I can. Then I open my mouth and extend all three tentacles toward the summit. It looks very far from my little perspective, but I still manage to reach it with my soft appendages.

"Please, please, please, come out!" I pray for the lid to open. And it does exactly that.
My tentacles manage to push the edge of the lid up, and once they have a hold over the edge of the glass, I pull myself up. And in less than a minute, I'm finally crawling out of this cursed jar!

"I'm free! I'm finally free!" I tell myself in celebration.

What to do now...?
I should leave this room quietly, before that sleeping devil notices my escape.
Or maybe I could...

I stare at Emily for a long moment, watching her shape under the blanket, her eyes closed. She is sleeping so peacefully. So... ****...