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A Vore-Torn World - Page 131 - Keep Trusting Her - By PurpSoul - Overview
You’re in for a penny, in for a pound, as they say.. if she wants to shit you then there’s not a thing you can do about it at this point. You sit on the bed, mouth dry, waiting for her to arrive. You can hear coming up the stairs, one soft footstep after another. She taps lightly on the door with her fingernail.

“Come in,” You respond, trying to keep your voice from cracking. She steps and gives you a quick smile before shutting the door behind her. You are once again struck by her beauty.

“Oh good,” she breathed, “I was worried you might run out on me. I’m so glad you-“ she steps towards you and you instinctively jerk back in reflex, causing her to pause. “Huh? What’s... oh, you think I might....” she giggled to herself softly. “No, silly boy, I’m not going to eat you. I couldn’t even if I wanted to. I’m not a predator, Gil, so you don’t have to worry about that.”

You relax, but only slightly, and she sighs. “I guess that’s what a predator would say, huh? It’s good that you’re careful, Gil. You’re going to need that, but you also have to trust me. Neither of us will make it if you don’t.”

You find your voice. “Okay, enough of the weird talk. What do you want with me? Just tell me straight, or you can forget taking me anywhere.” Trish nods.

“I will, I will... let’s see... we’ve got about 40 minutes, that’s plenty of time.”

“40 minutes till what?” You ask.

“That’s about how long it takes a predator to digest a boy, if they hurry,” she responds evenly, as she comes nearer.

“Wait! Y-you said-“ you begin, but she shakes her head impatiently.

“No, no, that’s not what I meant,” she says, grabbing your arm as you raise your hands to towards her. You jerk it away... and break free. You blink. That was way too easy, there’s no way a predator could be that weak. She simply stares at you with an irritated expression.

“I told you, I’m not a predator. I told your mom I was going to eat you. We’ve got about 40 minutes until I can leave. You’ll have to sneak out the window. She’ll think I digested you. In the meantime, I can tell you what your future looks like. Can I sit, or are you going to freak out with every move I make?”

You relax, feeling sheepish, and scoot over on the bed. She sits next to you and crosses her legs.

“Okay.
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