She smiled at you as she wrapped her wrinkled fingers around your tiny form. “Silly thing. You’re not for me; you’re for Bella!” she chuckled softly as she carried you out of the kitchen.
You squirmed and writhed in her grip, but to no avail, as she carried you to whomever this Bella was. Whoever it was, it really did not matter. Whether Sandy was going to eat you or someone else was, your fate was the same, but for some reason not knowing made it all the more terrifying.
When her fingers finally uncurled, she pinched your waist and dangled you in the air. Being held so eye with nothing but Sandy’s slender grip made you nauseous, and you wiggled and screamed before finally taking a look at your surroundings.
She had brought you out to an indoor patio. “I like to come out here and feed you little things to her and watch her gobble you up. It's always exciting to see if she plays with you, chomps you up, or swallows you whole.”
Your eyes went wide with horror as they fell upon...
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