You were seventeen years old. Senior year of high school. You had just pulled into the driveway of your high school, prepared to begin your day.
Right as you were to enter the school, however, you can remember her cold touch. Her long, pointy nails digging into your shoulders like daggers.
You remember her gleeful laugh as she pulled you away, overpowering you with her borderline superhuman strength.
You remember being lifted in the air, your yells being ignored.
You also remember sliding down her throat, landing in her stomach.
The soft, fleshy insides, so damp, so hot, uncomfortable.
You remember her soft, fast, repetitive heartbeat. Her various belly groans, the wet stomach floor. The fleshy coating to her stomach, that truly symbolized the prison you were trapped in.
You thought you could stay friends. You had broken up with her the day before. You lost the magic in your relationship, you argued with her day in, day out, she became overprotective - essentially tried to manipulate you and your friends, girls in particular, into staying away from one another so your attention would stay solely on her.
Yet, you don't even remember her seeming too disappointed when you broke up. You hugged, you agreed to stay friends, and you walked away feeling pretty happy to move on.
But you could never have imagined she would have done.... THIS.
You did say you endured the trial of her stomach, though. How did you do this?
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