�Imagine for a second that you are trapped.
 All around you is darkness.
You cannot move, you cannot see.
Terrifying, isn�t it?
 The only thing you are sure of is that, wherever you are, there is no getting out.
 For you, there is no end, except for when you finally succumb to hysteria, and pass out from the shock.
 
But what if I told you to think of it another way?
 What if I told you to imagine yourself within another creature.
 To imagine the warmth of another body surrounding you in heat, in a tight embrace.
The sound of their heart rushes over you, enveloping your body in a measured, hypnotic sense of ease.
That - that peaceful final rest, the ultimate intimacy - that is vore.
 
To be pulled into another�s body.
To be consumed.
 You, stripped of any armor, any sense of protection, any illusion of power, are taken into your predator�s body.
 Whether it�s being crammed, placed, or slipped into their variable maw, you are now a source of sustenance.
 You have only two choices; either accept your fate and find the peaceful pleasure of being drawn into another, or pathetically resist as your body is devoured.
 Either way, you are helpless.
 
Slathered in juices, humiliated to the status of meat, your entire being becomes entrapped within the fleshy confines of a superior being.
 To them, you hardly exist anymore, aside from their faint reckoning that there is yet another spark of life within their gut, their bowels.
 And you?
You�re forced to realize there�s no going back.
If you�re lucky, your mind will slip away along with your breath as the walls close in, and the air becomes stale.
 Otherwise, you might be aware of your limbs turning numb, your skin peeling apart as the acid cuts neatly across your body.
 
You are not in control.
You are slave to fate, destined to become nourishment, to be taken apart, and assimilated into a greater whole.
 
That is vore.�