*Custom Request* You come home from a long day at work and I am waiting for you. I’m eager to give you a big kiss and help you unwind but there’s something on your mind. You’re still upset that I ate My step-son. The brat had it coming and you had agreed to let Me dish out the punishment I deemed best. Unfortunately you are regretting it. You are getting extremely upset about how nonchalant I am about devouring and digesting him. I won’t put up with it. I’ve been thinking about a divorce for quite a while but eating you too will be fine by Me. I won’t have to settle for anything and all the marital assets will be Mine. In a lot of ways, digestion is far superior than divorcing. You are filled with terror when you realize how serious I really am. With ease I swallow you whole as you beg and tell Me you love Me. Even as you’re beginning to digest inside My massive gut you are still pleading for mercy. Do you not know Me well enough after all these years of marriage? Your wife has no sense of mercy. All you are is food now.