It was your job to make dinner for when I got home from a crazy day at work, as agreed. I came home ready to tuck into a nice meal but as I ask you what you had prepared for us you break it to me that you haven’t cooked at all! I am not surprised as you are so selfish all the time anyway. Every day I make dinner for both of us and you can’t do it this one time, even though you offered?! You let me down. Your excuses mean nothing to me especially when I HAVEN’T EATEN ALL DAY! I’m done with you now, you are useless to me now, you are no help to me and this was the final straw to me, making me know I want to end it. I am seething, I am so angry and you make me feel so small, so now it’s your turn to feel tiny. Since yesterday I figured out a way to make you small. You're a waste of space, so why take up any more? Now you know what it feels like to feel small and insignificant and like you don’t matter. Ironically, you now have a purpose. You’re going to be my dinner. Don’t you with you had done what I asked now? Time to pick up your tiny body and place it in my mouth, the start of your final journey into my stomach. Now that I am done with you, who’s going to be my next meal? Maybe the guy from the bar down the street? He looks tasty! I want so many men inside me, but in a whole new way *giggle*.
