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You thought getting caught in my house was the worst part. It wasn’t. After I finished stomping you into submission beneath my bare feet, I finally decided to pick you up and really take my time with you. I hold you between my fingers, towering over you, smirking as I drag my tongue slowly over your tiny body. I tell you exactly what’s going to happen. I’m going to eat you. I’m going to swallow you whole. No mercy. No escape. Just you sliding down my throat and disappearing into me forever. I tease you with my lips, my breath, my tongue, loving the way you panic while I calmly explain how you’ll be digested, broken down, and erased inside my powerful body. And when I finally swallow you, it only gets worse for you. I rub my belly, poke at it, jiggle it, laughing while you squirm inside. You can hear my voice vibrating around you as I remind you that even now, you’re still mine. Trapped in total darkness, surrounded by me, helpless and owned.