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I can't believe you'd do this to Me on Valentine's Day. Instead of a lovely gift, you gave Me a pathetic love note begging Me to vore you. We've had this discussion countless times. I do NOT want to eat you. I'm so mad, so upset that... Fine! I'll do it. I'll swallow you down and be done with you. No, this won't be soft, sweet and gentle. You won't sit comfortably, nestled in My belly. I'm going to be ruthless with you. You don't deserve to be gently vored. You smile and act excited as I lick you, disgusted. You think you're finally getting what you want. You don't care that I'm breaking up with you. But you will care once you're inside My cramped stomach. I'm grossed out at first but you needed this. At least My belly is round, soft and nice to touch. Do I hear screaming? Are you finally realizing the error of your ways? My anger is making My stomach extra acidic. Shut up and enjoy it! You're finally getting digested alive as you always wanted. You were willing to destroy your relationship with Me for this. There's no stopping it now. I never wanted to vore My partner but I guess you're not My partner now! Beg all you want but I'll just laugh. You will bubble and burn up inside Me. I hope it hurts. This will be the first Valentine's Day in years I'll be spending alone and I don't even care anymore.