Hate it when prey tempt me, and trace their tiny hands over my jaw. Poking and prodding at my body, listening as my stomach growls. They know it could be them. They’re thrilled. I have to hold back. They watch me drool and hunger, and it’s fun for them. But, eventually, I can’t help it. I give into my nature, I snap, and a thumb over my teeth soon vanishes down my throat, a person about half my size pleads and apologizes, before they’re swallowed down as well, and my stomach is made taut, it’s needs being met, and it shows it’s satisfaction with a low growl as my eyelids feel heavy. Finally, I get my satisfaction out of the ordeal, while they push and beg for my attention, call my name and tell me they’ll be digested if I keep them in there. I know it. It’s not my fault, they were the one who tempted fate with a predator.
Should’ve been me, I wouldn’t have complained :3