The girl is brought to me, bound and naked. A few of the priests say their prayers, which all boils down to one thing: They're offering me this girl as a human sacrifice so that I don't turn on them. It all seems like it should be something that the Aztecs did, but I'm surrounded by concrete walls and the more cruel-minded among my audience can be heard snapping pictures with digital cameras. I'm not particularly fond of people watching, so I pull the girl close and wrap her in my coils.
 
"Some privacy, if you would?" I look at my followers harshly, waiting for them to clear out of my sanctuary - a prison, really, because the moment I leave this basement I'll be surrounded by humans who want to study or kill me. At least here, I'm respected and feared, even if I'm trapped by the same humans who worship me. A few stragglers have to be forced out, but before too long I'm left alone with my food.
 
She's shivering, too afraid to even try fighting back. I can't blame her too much. "Shhh... I'll try to make this easier for you." I don't care, really. She's a meal, nothing more, nothing less. I like to play with my food from time to time, because it's one of the few amusements I'm afforded in this place, but her comfort, her feelings? I have no reason to care. In a few minutes, she'll be sitting in my stomach while I go wrap myself around a heater and digest her for the next week or so.
 
I pet her, smiling and licking my lips slightly. She's a pretty girl - short and curly red hair, perky but somewhat small breasts, and a healthy build with plenty of meat but not too much fat. I can feel her shivering, feel the heat radiating from her, and now that she sees me pulling her close, she starts to struggle. It's pointless, and we both know it, but I wrap my hand around her pitifully small body and pull her up to my mouth.
 
"It'll be easier if you don't move, or if I just bit you to inject my venom, but where's the fun in that? I'm looking forward to you squirming in my stomach." The first sound she's made since being brought here, and it's a scream. I wince and pull back a little, but her only doing that isn't going to stop me from eating her. I crack my jaw a little, opening wide enough to get past her shoulders before putting her head in my mouth. Humans all taste delightfully salty, but she has a hint of sweetness, as well. In my hand, I can feel her kicking and trying to work her arms free, but I'm holding more than tight enough to keep her from escaping.
 
Much as I enjoy how she tastes, I'd rather not have a cramp in my jaw from taking too long, so I start to swallow. I feel her hair tickling the back of my throat, and her shoulders stretching my mouth out just to the point where it starts to feel uncomfortable. Her legs are kicking in earnest now, trying to beat at my hand and arm, but it's nothing serious to me. I can feel her breasts against my tongue, small though they are, and I rub against them rather deliberately. She freezes up before renewing her efforts, probably figuring that on top of being a freak against nature, I'm also a pervert. Really, I just like the texture of hardened nipples scraping against the inside of my throat while I swallow.
 
Another slow gulp, and her hands are free to move around inside my mouth. They grasp at my teeth and my tongue, doing little to actually help her. For just a few moments, I toy with her, gently biting down at her waist. Her hands move to the back of my throat, trying to push her backwards out of my mouth, but I bite harder and rather unintentionally draw some blood. I can't do much to hear her scream of pain, but I do feel it, and when the blood runs into my mouth, it's a shame to let it just go to waste. It adds a nice, tangy flavor to her own salty-sweet taste, and prompts me to start swallowing again.
 
Her hands offer a bit of resistance, but even my mouth is stronger, and once her shoulders are firmly in my throat, there's no way she can get enough leverage to really get back out. It's also easier to finish swallowing. Her legs kick, and nearly catch me in the face, and I can feel the little hands scraping at the inside of my throat, nearly down to my stomach. I'm not fond of taking damage from my prey, so I gulp her down harder until her feet are tickling the inside of my mouth, and I feel her head and hands entering into my stomach.
 
I keep swallowing for a few minutes, licking my lips to get the last traces of her blood for a final taste before she's firmly in my stomach. Even now, with probably half her body still to land and digest, she's struggling, pounding at the sides of my stomach with her little fists and trying to kick the back of my throat. It tickles slightly, but now that I have time to enjoy my meal, I go to curl up around my heating bed and start digesting.
 
"My Lord?" One of my followers pokes his head into my room, interrupting my concentration on how far down my prey might be before she's fully in my stomach. It's hard for me to talk before she is, so my response is simple and effective - I use my tail to slam the door shut on him, demanding my privacy. Once I'm left alone again, I can concentrate on the struggling inside my stomach.
 
There's a decided shift in weight once she's settled in, but I can tell she doesn't waste any time in moving around to try and get back out. I look down at the slight bulge she's left, and it moves ever so slightly. I smile and yawn, curling fully around my heating bed to rest. She's very warm, so having heat coming from the inside and from the outside is a pleasant change. If I swallow some air, I might even be able to keep her alive longer. Longer for her to struggle, longer for her to keep me warm.
 
I crack my jaw and lay down on my own coils, rubbing absently at my stomach. Her struggling is getting a little weaker, so I poke the bulge that she belongs to now and try to get a reaction. I feel her fingernails scraping my insides, but it only tickles and I squirm to try and get her to stop. It takes me a while, but she does finally stop, and I can enjoy the sensation of at least a half-full stomach before my followers bring me more prey next month.