"It's not like he won't be back, sugar" Millie brushed off Moxxie's concerns, and turned her attention back to Job, still hanging in her grip over her head...and she opened her mouth wide again.
"W-wait" But before Job could try and defend his actions or debate what Millie was about to do, the floor gave out from under him as Millie dropped him, sending him tumbling down towards the cavernous mouth...and as soon as he crashed down onto the soft, moist floor of her tounge he tried to scramble for the open mouth...only for her to snap her mouth shut and seal the mini-demon in darkness.
Millie didn't even take much time to try and "taste" Job, she wasn't doing this to enjoy eating him, this was supposed to be a punishment for the smallfry. So she just...swallowed. Job was forced to the back of her throat, sent down her tight esophagus, which was NOT helped by his claustrophobia, and squeezed and pummeled by her muscles until he tumbled into a large chamber that could only be the Imp girl's stomach...and the acid around him stung the moment he hit it, already burning away at him slowly.
Millie patted her stomach with a grin as she felt the squirming mass that was Job drop into her gut. And then Moxxie spoke up. "Ok, that was kind of uncalled for"
"Oh come on Sugar, he had it coming" Millie tried to push aside the concerns of her husband. "Besides, its not like he wont be back, and this should make him way more obedient when he sh-"
"He wasn't being "disobedient" or anything, Millie." Moxxie does sound a bit frustrated. "The kid was terrified! He just got here like 5 minutes before you walked in and then you decided to kill him for the second time today."
"...Well. Um." Millie shrugs. "Ok, admittedly, I probably shouldn't of done that. What do you want me to do, cough em up? At this point it would probably be more painful for him to be coughed up and be around here partially digested and all."
"...Still, hun, I can't think of much worse ways to die" Moxxie has also calmed down as Millie realizes she had overreacted. "I mean, you didn't even chew him, he's gonna dissolve in acid for like, an hour"
"...Shit, didn't think of that..."
A few hours later
Job had finally passed out about 30 minutes ago, his entire body having painfully melted into nothing around him...but now, he woke up, gasping for air...in some kind of tight, dark room with soft floors...and he immediately begins panicking again, his claustrophobia kicking in. Was...was this like, double hell or-
And then Moxxie rapidly pulled the squirming Job out of his pants pocket...
"Well...I guess your back now" Moxxie is the first to speak as Millie looks on
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