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I wake up with a little fucker stuck in my belly button. I pull him out and swallow him like nothing. One down.
Slip on my flip-flops—oh look, another bastard glued to the sole. I press him a bit, just to hear him whimper. Then gulp. Straight to my gut.
Breakfast time. One spoon of cereal… and surprise. Another one floating. I don’t even chew. Down you go.
I work all day with another one taped to my navel. I love feeling him squirm while I type. Makes me feel like the goddess I am.
Think you’ll escape? Hide from me?
Idiot. This body was built to swallow pathetic specks like you.
This isn’t a fantasy.
It’s my daily life.
And you...
you’re next.