Terror is a delicate flavor that lingers on My tongue long after digestion. It satisfies My cruel cravings like nothing else can. This is why I strike intense fear into My tiny victims before I finally swallow them whole. Witnessing their pure panic arouses My appetite. Feeling them helplessly fight for their lives as they are compressed by My tight stomach walls turns Me on. Screams of horror and pleads for mercy are all so delicious. The tender flesh of tiny women fuels the power of My belly and I will stop at nothing until I have had My fill of fear.