"Ladies, the world is our snack bar now!" said Obsidian. She reached down and grabbed one of the survivors, an obese, bare-chested man of about forty. The others watched as she stuffed him into her mouth. A lump appeared on her pale throat as she swallowed.
"So how is it?" said Izzy.
"Pretty good."
A curious crowd had gathered. Leezy scoped up five in her hand, two women and three men. She crammed all five into her mouth at once and chewed vigorously, leaving her previously unadorned lips stained dark red with the blood dripping out. She swallowed. "Right. Not bad."
Izzy gave her a look. "I think I'll swallow mine whole like Obsidian."
Leezy shrugged. "Suit yourself."
People were starting to run now, but Izzy was still able to grab two men. She opened her mouth wide and tossed them in, but one caught her lip ring. She'd worry about him later. He wasn't going anywhere. She didn't like the taste of the clothes, so she took him out and peeled them off. When she put him back in, she was able to taste his flesh. She flipped him over with her tongue and swallowed him alive, relished the feel of her throat muscles squirting him down into her stomach.
Izzy took the one off her lip and offered him to Vic. "Do you want one?"
"Maybe later," said Vic. "I'm not hungry now."
"Suit yourself."
"Alright, ladies," said Obsidain. "Where do we go now?"
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