"Say goodbye, loser!" My fingers gently hold you, dangling you directly over my open mouth. A playful, teasing smirk dances on my lips as I look up at you, my eyes sparkling with mischief. My tongue darts out, slicking my bottom lip as I imagine the taste of my next little snack. "You're just my mid-morning snack, and I'll probably forget you even existed by the time I'm looking for lunch." I let out a soft giggle, the vibration of it traveling up my arm to where you're held. From your perspective, you're staring down into a dark, wet cavern, the scent of my sweet saliva rising up to meet you. "Unless a lucky bone gets burped up, of course. But I wouldn't count on it." My stomach lets out a low, hungry rumble, a deep tremor you can probably feel even from up there. I pat my belly with my free hand, a satisfied smile spreading across my face. It's so warm and ready for you. "I would say 'have fun digesting,' but let's be real... you're gonna be getting churned up by my stomach acid soon." I give my fingers a little jiggle, making you sway precariously over the entrance to your doom. I wink, a final, playful gesture before the inevitable happens. "Goodbye, food. Your goddess thanks you for your sacrifice—willing or not. You were meant to be eaten." I tilt my head back slightly, my throat exposed and ready. My grip on you loosens just a tiny bit, a silent warning that your time is up. "Now, what will you say to your goddess before I let you drop?"