Well, this is it. How you got into this situation isn't important. Maybe one dark night, the owl just appeared in your room. Maybe you'd heard of the big owl and wanted to see if it was real. Maybe you were just minding your own business and the owl swooped down, as owls often do. It doesn't matter. Your name, your species, your past, every personal detail about you is irrelevant. The only thing that matters to the big owl are the nutrients you'll provide. Your identity doesn't matter because soon enough, you won't have one. You'll just be more owl.

This probably isn't the direction you want your life going, but there's nothing you can do. The owl's far, far larger than you. It took little effort to heft you up and it'll be just as easy to let you go. Even if you managed to land a few blows on the way up, they'd have just been absorbed by the plump cushion of fat that covered the owl. This creature is just covered in that softness, a collection of his many previous snacks. From the looks of things, you'll be swaying somewhere on that bulk rather shortly. The owl's bigger than you, stronger than you and clearly doesn't care about your feelings on the subject of 'are you food or not'. He's already made that decision.

There's no question of what he's going to do. Worse, there's no doubt that he can. That beak can probably fit much larger creatures inside and the throat seems like it could slip over you in one gulp. This is helplessness, dangling over the owl and staring into your fate with no way to fight it. Words, struggles, it'll all be useless. The owl can eat you. The owl wants to eat you. And so, the owl will eat you. You'll be remembered fondly with a belch, and that will be that.

At least you won't go to waste.

Art by  nickwolf