Ziler patted her belly as she felt her meal squirm around a bit, finding a comfortable position. "Let me know if you change your mind," she said.
She carefully got up, walked over to the living room, got out a good book, sat in a comfortable chair, and started reading her book, while she waited. Her meals tended to react to their final moments in one of three ways, simply waiting, giving themselves some self-pleasure, or giving her some pleasure by rubbing her insides. It felt like the old man was simply waiting, listening to her heartbeat, as they eventually lost consciousness, passing away peacefully. Given the man's health issues, and just how painful a Natural Death would have otherwise been, it was not to difficult to understand why the man preferred to die as a willing meal.
Ziler looked at her Communicator. Once the man finally passed away, she'd have to fill out the Predation Report. Luckily, she'd already filled out most of the necessary sections, which were about both her and her meal - Name, Age, Address, Debts, Health, and so on. If the man owed money, she would have been responsible for paying off his debts, but he didn't have any debts, and instead had nieces and nephews who would have just squandered it all away, ruining his business. This way, she'd get everything, legally, and could sell it to those who would better appreciate the business.
That being said, she did have to pay attention to the old man, who sat within her. If he changed his mind, she'd have to vomit him back up. Of course, if she had felt that any monies he owed were too much for her to pay off, then she'd have vomited him up. As it was, the man didn't have any debts, or at least had paid off any he'd owed, the result being a pure profit for her, especially since his will listed her as the soul benefactor. Granted, some might call it into question, but that was where having a good lawyer came in handy, who knew all the legal loopholes, and thus the old man had declared his relatives inadequate, naming her, his Designated Predator, as his heir.
Ziler smiled as she looked at the money she was going to get, which would happen within a few weeks, once things were cleared up with the various financial institutions, and other such places. Of course, she was smart - while she had a preference for meals that were wealthy, there were plenty of those designated as Hospital Food who had no way of paying their medical bills and didn't want to pass those debts onto their children, which was where she came into the picture. One very wealthy meal could help clear the debts of a dozen poorer ones, if not more. Knowing that their deaths wouldn't be a burden to their families tended to make their Final Decisions easier, like naming her their Designated Predator.
Ziler then looked at her book, and resumed reading it. It was a good one, involving a single father trying to raise a daughter, and soon a single woman enters his life. Granted, there were a dozen more with similar plots out there, but it was always interesting how people tended to put a spin on the same story. Besides, reading was a good way to wait for the time to pass, until the old man had passed out and was considered Legally Dead, mainly because, even if she'd vomited him up at that point, revival odds were low, with odds of survival with no issues being even lower. In any case, she gave him every opportunity to change his mind, and would continue to do so, until it was too late for him to actually live.
Soon enough, the old man had stopped moving, for the last time, and didn't even respond to any of Ziler's pattings, in any shape or form.
"Rest easy, friend," Ziler said. She then picked the communicator back up, and submitted the Predation Report. The old man, thus declared dead, was now nothing more than a meal for her body to digest. He hadn't been the first she'd eaten, and wouldn't be the last. Of course, like most Reptilians, she would have to do plenty of physical activity in order to work the weight off, even if he didn't weigh much more than a hundred pounds.
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