A yellow furry hand reaches for the glasses before a second hand grabs the table. Up rises Grace with her jeans in tatters with her brown shirt now missing sections that show her waist. It is also clear that Aurelia is now whimpering like a puppy and holding her paws in front of her eyes. She stays there as Grace finally removes the pencil cup that was holding Tim hostage.
"Now, where was I....oh yes savoring you before I was interrupted," Grace said while trapping Tim in her clawed hands.
"Please change your mind Grace," Tim pleads one last time.
"Sorry, but you can't escape me......" Grace began to say but Tim cried out,"Please Grace, I want to live. If you won't change your mind, at least tell Mazee that I am a goner."
"Tell her the bad news? Alright, I will tell her that I ate you. Now then, down you go...." she says as she again raises Tim over her and drops him on her tongue. Again, the tongue coats and assaults you with saliva.
"Wow, Tim, you still taste delicious. Shame this time I have to end it," she says before swallowing. As Tim cannot grab onto the tongue any longer, he falls down her throat, in her esophagus. It is a long trip down measuring at least 10 feet or at least 3 flights of stairs.
You finally land inside her stomach that contains a few islands of partially digested food that seem to be what she had for breakfast or food that she eats for her job as a food critic. The stomach is hard at work churning and dissolving the remaining food islands so it is only a matter of time before something grim happens. You have nowhere to go but is this the end?
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