She was alone when the hunger struck
her prey unaware of the fate awaiting them
the chase began a thrilling game of predator and victim
a moment of bliss before the ultimate surrender
inside the warmth was comforting a dark embrace
the thrill of absorption a power unrivaled
a vibrant dance of digestion began
leaving only traces of what once was
another victim added to the collection
the hunger always returned
a new target caught in her gaze
the sweet agony of being consumed
an intimate internal journey
the belly distended full and satisfied
anal beads added to the internal pleasure
the ultimate possession
another fantasy fulfilled
the internal landscape a canvas of desire
a quiet pause before the next hunt
the cycle of Heymanand vore continues
