"You know, James, ever since I've learned about your little problem, I've always wanted to eat you," she said with a teasing glare.
"Eat me? Are you crazy?" he said, only realizing the insult before it was too late. She res[ponded with a swift knee to his stomach, causing him to gag in pain.
"Yes, eat you," she continued, not even acknowledging the smack-down she had just laid. "I'll be honest, ever since you told me that story about the dog chewing you up and shitting you out, it's all I can think about when I'm horny."
Her hand lowered, pleasantly rubbing against the fabric between her thighs.
"You're going to let me eat you, okay? And when we're done and you make your way back out, you can do whatever you want to me."
"I don't know, getting eaten by that dog was really painful,"
"So what, you survived, right? There's no reason you won't make it out this time."
She guided his extended finger upwards, depositing the tip inside her mouth. Her jaw clamped down, easily severing it from the upper knuckle. It stung for a brief moment, but the pain passed. Locking her eyes with his, she began to chew the puddy-like material of his finger before swallowing it down with an exaggerated gulp.
"So, what do you say, boy?" she asked one more time.
"Well, I mean..." he trailed off.
"For heaven's sake, I guess playing nice wasn't the way to do this. Alright, kid, you just activated full bitch mode!" she shouted with an obvious tone of annoyance. She clocked him again, this time driving a fist straight into his face. He blacked out as his body crumpled to the bed.
Seconds later, he was awake, only to find Kennedy straddling him.
"Time to get eaten, you little baby. I hope you're ready to visit my stomach, cause...