While tidying up the apartment, the maid stumbled upon a freshly prepared bowl of fruit left on the table. The vibrant colors and sweet aroma were too tempting to ignore. Glancing around to make sure her employers were nowhere in sight, she slowly approached the bowl, curiosity and hunger creeping in. Without hesitation, she picked up a piece of fruit—an entire plum—and, instead of biting into it, she tilted her head back and swallowed it whole. Her throat stretched and bulged visibly as the fruit slid down. A strong, wet gulp echoed through the quiet room. She paused for a moment, her chest rising as she swallowed again, the sound even louder this time, almost primal.
