Shhh!... You came to me yourself, so what are you afraid of now? Wrong door?! Hahaha. You've made a choice. Now you're doomed. You are so tiny that you will dangle in my saliva on my tongue, and so close, as if you will fall and slip into my stomach. But I have other plans for you, I don't need such a slave in my stomach, you're not afraid of me enough, maybe next time, and now I'll spit you out with saliva