This is how I am meant to exist, with tiny worshipers spread across My belly and thighs, dedicating their fleeting lives to Me. Whether they learned to love Me naturally or by intimidation, they are all at My mercy. They know the simple fact of life. They are easily destroyed if they fail to please Me. I gaze upon the crowd and observe My subjects. A miniscule couple are in the throws of passion on My thigh, individuals are lounging and soaking in My heat, several others are sitting and looking upon My soft belly in awe. This pleases Me yet I cannot deny My cruel and callous nature. I must pick one out from the crowd as a sacrifice. I crave to demonstrate My power to all My worshipers. A helpless tiny has snuggled between My legs. With a simple pinch, I pluck them out from their hiding space and bring them to My glossy lips. This will be the last anyone will ever see them again. I roll their fragile body over My tongue and before I swallow them down I bring a lucky few up to My mouth for a special view. I require witnesses to this demonstration. They will watch as this one plummets into the dark abyss of their Goddess. Some may fear this end, others may admire it. In the end this is a reminder of who I am.