Before you can think of what you're saying, you find words spilling out of you, "What a large belly you have, Mrs. Bonegrinder!"
Zarah slows her grinding on your cock, and then comes to a halt. Her eyes fix on yours and she gives you a long silent stare. You find yourself unable to read her expression in the dim flickering of the firelight. And then her deadpan expression slowly begins to transform into one of the most wickedly delighted smiles you've ever seen. Even before she speaks, as you gaze into eyes alight with cruel amusement, you realize that Zarah has decided that it's dinner time.
"Mmm... the better to turn horny little snacks like you into troll-shit, my dear!"
Still mounting you, Zarah arches her back and begins slowly grinding against you once more. You struggle to sit, but she effortlessly pins you with an almost casual gesture. Panic darkens your vision, your heart pounding faster with each passing second. Silently cursing yourself for being dumb enough to play along with such a sick game, you desperately search for some possibility of escape. The crushing grip that pins you to Zarah's bed is proof enough that escape is less than likely. Your lip starts to tremble involuntarily as you realize that you're not going to live to see another day. What you wouldn't give to trade your current situation for the everyday stress of being a normal student at the academy. Even dealing with Hannah Lee's blackmailing schemes seems like heaven compared to your impending demise at the hands of this troll. What have you gotten yourself into?! Your dignity forgotten, you start to beg.
"P-p-please Mrs. Bonegrinder! I d-d-don't want to die. I'll do anything, just p-please let me go!"
Zarah pouts mockingly at your pathetic display. "Now, now dearie... I thought we were having fun." She twists her muscles in a way that brings a moan of shameful pleasure to your lips. "Because it looks like you're enjoying yourself. In fact, it almost looks like you want to be gobbled up by little ol' me..." She clenches again, sending a jolt of ecstasy through your entire body. "To go down my gullet kicking..." Another flash of pleasure. "To beg and scream for mercy as my stomach grinds you into a messy soup..." Even as you gasp in another wave of blissful torment, a tear trickles down your cheek. "And tomorrow morning, to have your shattered, sloppy, steaming remains dumped in the forest and forgotten. Yup. It looks to me like you're dying to become breast-fat on your favorite troll!" You whimper as Zarah continues to molest you with renewed vigor... it's almost as if your terror has whipped her into a sexual frenzy. The troll suddenly leans forward, her hardened nipples grazing your skin as she brings her face close to your own. Zarah addresses you in a voice thick with sadistic pleasure, "Now, dearie... aren't you going to ask me about my mouth?"
Your breath catches as you stare into the gaping jaws of death. Zarah's full lips glisten invitingly as she bites her lip seductively. You find yourself speechless as she runs a long and slimy tongue along her pearly teeth, clearly salivating with hunger before her prey. Your head spins and your breath comes in ragged gasps... you feel as if you're hanging on the edge of a vast canyon, preparing to leap into the void. And then you find yourself forming the words that will seal your fate.
