“Mmm… sorry.” Emily says, pausing to feign thinking about it even though you know she was just taunting you. “He’s smarter than you are and much more mature.” You get ready to get down on your knees to beg, but she grabs you by the shoulders before you can. Her grip is commanding, but not forceful. She’s making it look tender, but she has you at her command.

“And he likes the things that I like.” She continues to describe her apparently perfect date. “He’s going to come over tomorrow and we’re going to talk about books and sip iced tea on the patio while we look over my garden.” She swoons as she describes it. “Although, I guess it’s not really going to be iced tea…” Emily looks in to your flushed face and gives you a grin.

“It…” you begin the sentence but are too horrified to finish.

“I can tell already that you’re going to be delicious.” She says, giving your cheek a lick. You’re horrified and want to either break down and cry or run, but fear has paralyzed you. Plus, you’re sure that she could tighten her grip at any time. “Oh! And there’s going to be chocolate chip scones!” She licks her lips in anticipation. “Although, I suppose you’re going to be in those too.” She says thinking aloud to herself, looking off to the side. She sighs longingly. “It’s been so long since I’ve been able to do this.”

You start to open your mouth in an effort to finally protest, but your protest will never be heard.

“Well, down the hatch!” Emily says as in one fluid motion she raises you up off the ground and begins to feed you face first in to her now open maw.

“WAI—“ You start to scream in vain. She has already begun to gulp you down.