The man lay there gurgling as blood bubbled out from his mouth. You stumble to run in any direction, but short of suicide, you had no options.
"I'll give you one chance to forget trying to run." She said as she watched you panic, obviously unconcerned with the prospect of your escape. Frozen, you just look back at the man who was not given any such chance. Before you had finished reflecting, she lurched forward and slammed her fist down ontop of the man. He exploded instanteously and you were splattered with his blood. The force of her fist coming down knocked you down on your back, and all you could do is quiver in absolute terror.
"You wanted to play the little helpless pet, so let's not forget the part where you play your part. How about to go ahead and lick the blood off my hand,"
She held her hand open and waited for you to comply.
"You know, the tongue is a lot more abrasive than you might think. Of course it's soft and warm and wet and imagining it wrapped around you sounds so lovely but a basic lesson in biology will show you these fetishes are just... horrific."
You still hadn't stood to wash the blood from her hand. You still weren't entirely sure this could possibly be happening. She glanced down, seemingly satisfied that you chose disobedience.
"I could strip the flesh from your still living body in 5 minutes of sucking. Don't forget the saliva, which is the first step in breaking down your food,"
She picks you off the desk and brings you to her lips.
"We haven't even talked about the teeth, the stomach acid, the lack of oxygen, the total helplessness. I mean, you weirdos are just into the absolute strangest kinks."
She sets you back on the desk and licks her own hand before calling out to someone in another room. She sits back and pours some Reeses Pieces into the same hand and popped one into her mouth before non chalantly adding you to the pile of candies.
"Why don't we give you what you really wanted."
As she finished speaking, a girl burst through the door and ran over to her.
"New toys for me!?" Exclaimed the girl, no older than 9.
"Nooooo Melmel just... candy!"
The two girls make an exchange and you're left in the sweaty palms of an excited child, before your entire world begins to shift. The candies tumble through her palm and she dumps them into her mouth. You caught a glimpse of the light gleaming off her braces before you fell in yourself. Her lips closed and her teeth began to grind, her tongue fished around to savor every last sensation of sweet and salty crunch. The smell and the sound was a nightmare, and relentlessly you were whipped around, gagging on mouthfuls of hit, thick spit. You narrowly avoided her titanic teeth, and in the end, you wished you'd been crushed instead. The soupy mess was still before one loud gulp sent you down to the final circle of Hell. You felt her esophagus wrap around you as the rest of her mouthful rained down past you. You struggle to breathe in the furnace that was this little girl, and you scream in agony until you finally lose consciousness and drown in caustic acid, churning as a small child runs and plays, completely unaware.
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