And So my precious meal, sing me my favorite song, the one every one of my prey always happen to know.
Beg for me, beg for my missing sympathy, cry for release. I've heard them all, Felt all of their struggles in my tail, the squirming always excites me as I can anticipate how my stomach will feel soon. The Rush I get when they enter me, the pure thrill I get watching you disappear.

Oh, you can hear me in there? Not surprising. What is it you wanted to say?

"Please, Let me Out!" "I'm Not Your Food!" "I-I Just Wanted to go Sight-Seeing" "I-I-I Want my Momma!" "PLEASE!"

Oh you little twerp, if that's what you wanted, why didn't you ask? But you are getting a bit too chatty. Why don't I just just -Clench- tighten up in there.

"AAHHH!"

Oh, that hurts doesn't it? Squeezing you in their when theirs barely room to breathe must be agonizing. But do not worry my dear foolish girl, I'm not going to kill you. Oh, I do eat... but that doesn't mean you will die, that would foul you up. No, you will meet some nice new people, who knows? Maybe you'll recognize someone in there. Ahahahaha!

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