"Who is the goddess," you ask nervously.

"I am the goddess," Valetta says, sitting up, "or at least I am her vessel."

"I don't get it," you say.

"Of all the people who serve as priests and priestesses," Valetta says, "one must serve as the vessel for the goddess. This vessel is the leader of the priesthood, and she serves as the goddess' earthly body. The vessel is always a woman."

"Why is that," you ask.

"Well if the goddess chose a man as her vessel, then she wouldn't be the goddess," Valetta joked, "would she?"

"And you are the vessel," you ask.

"Yes, I am," Valetta says, "and every year when the time comes for the sacrifice, when the male sacrifice has devoured the female sacrifice and come to me, he must father makes love to me to father another maiden for the temple. Then he is sacrificed to the goddess."

"What happens if you don't get pregnant, or you have a boy," you ask.

"Then that is a sign that the goddess no longer sees me as worthy of being her vessel," Valetta says, "the maidens then the seven oldest maidens, all eighteen years old, fight to decide who is the next vessel. The one who wins is the next vessel chosen by the goddess, and she then comes and devours me, so that I might join the goddess totally. Now that you have made love to me, it is time for the sacrifice."

"Wait," you cry, "how am I going to be sacrificed?"

"You are going to be fed to the goddess," Valetta says, "and the only way to do that is for me to eat you."

You never even get a chance to reply to that as Valetta pounces on you, devouring your head and shoulders. You wriggle and squirm, but to no avail. She has a firm grip on you, and easily swallows your waist and hips. Your head now enters her stomach, bulging her belly out slightly. She then throws her head back and sucks down your legs like noodles. Your legs slide quickly down Valetta's throat and join you inside her stomach. You are now curled up inside her belly, from the outside she looks nine months pregnant with twins. She burps daintily, and waddles out of her chambers. Soon she steps out onto the front steps of the temple, where the people wait to see the fate of the sacrifice. They cheer as soon as they see her swollen stomach. Valetta pats her middle and speaks to the villagers in their own language. You don't get long to listen to this, as Valetta's unusually strong digestive acids are rapidly burning your body away.