What did you think would happen, coming here? You thought we would let you go? The temptation to taste you is far too strong for us to ever spare you. Look at yourself, tiny, fragile, pathetic. You can barely stand, caught between fear and excitement just from being here in front of us. You will end up crushed, reduced to pulp between our teeth. Your little bones snapping, your soft flesh giving way, and we will savor every second of it. You are nothing but a snack, and it amuses us to see how much you tremble, and yet you do not move. As if deep down this is exactly what you wanted. We will swallow you alive, feel your body sliding down our throats, sinking slowly until you disappear inside us. Do you think you can scream? No one will hear you. Do you think begging will save you? It will only make us hungrier. You are nothing, just prey offered to our hunger. And the worst part is that you already know it. You understood from the very beginning. There is no choice left, no way out. We will devour you, reduce you to nothing, and consume you until nothing of you remains.
