You thought you could skip out on your debts? Think again. I show up at your door sharp-dressed and sharper-tongued, here to collect what’s owed. But when I see you’ve got nothing left to give… I decide to take payment in flesh. Watch my pearly whites glint as I smirk, my lips - supple, strong, hungry — curling into a grin that says you’re fucked. I don’t negotiate. I click my pen, and suddenly, you’re small enough to fit in the palm of my hand… and you're perfectly bite-sized. My teeth are white, clean, bright — like a predator’s. They’re the last thing you’ll see before I drag my tongue over your shivering body, tasting your fear, savoring your squirms. And when I finally swallow you down? You’ll feel every inch of my throat clamping around you, dragging you deeper into my gut, where my acids boil and churn. By the end, my suit’s unbuttoned, my bloated belly exposed — taut, glistening, sinfully full — as I groan and caress it, whispering how good you feel dissolving inside me. You'll be excellent fuel for hunting my next victim.