In the vermillion twilight, you see her slither, ruby scales slinking closer to you as she shuffles within inches of you, laid out upon the ground. You can barely struggle, as you watch her deep red coils slowly embrace you, small echoes of hunger rising from deep within her gut. You watch as her forked tongue flickers, a satisfied look in her eyes as you feel your body become constricted slowly but surely. You can’t feel anything but the tight embrace, the emptiness of her tail simple in its message, you’re the next to fill such a stomach. You watch, as a pleasant, satisfied smile widens into a widened maw, descending upon you with increasing speed. You don’t know if you’re to be excited or terrified. Still, you know the most straightforward fact, you are the Lamia’s meal, her gut becoming you into your fate, nothing more than meat…