Wesley wasn’t a monster. The fact that he often devoured people alive shouldn’t put that kind of label on him, it was downright unfair. It had already been over an hour since he’d devoured his last victim, and it seemed like an eternity. The farmer had stopped struggling after about fifteen minutes, but that was nature. And it took a lot of people every day just to fuel his huge centaur body.
Wes stifled a belch. That was probably one of the farmer’s stablehands disagreeing with him. It was only 9:00 AM and already four humans had made the final plunge into his horsebelly where they were swiftly broken down. Suddenly, the centaur’s belly let out a loud rumble.
“Huh? Greedy thing, you haven’t even finished on the people from this morning. Well, I suppose I’m happy to comply...”
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