Tiny and helpless, your puny voice is a mere squeak. Your struggle is a slight vibration in between My fingertips. I encourage you to beg Me to not eat you. Flail your miniscule arms and scream your lungs out. The fear of becoming My food overwhelms you. You know pleading with Me only arouses My appetite yet you can’t control yourself. I am a glutton for torment. Nothing you can say or do will stop Me from consuming you. Only when you have completely exhausted yourself will I make you Mine. With ease, I will swallow down your teeny-tiny body and My stomach will take control. Begging has only made eating you more pleasurable.