"No," You answered before opening your mouth and shoving her head in.
"Put me down!" You heard her squeal down your esophagus. Her head, neck and upper chest were encased behind your teeth. You lift up her boy with your strong neck and walked back to the hatch. Her arms were not confined, a wrong move on your part. She places a hand on your scarred eye and tried to scratch it with her nails. You shot your head up, making her body slide in more and locking her shoulder by your back teeth. You chomp down on her as punishment, making her wail. It wasn't enough to crush bone or make her bleed, but was enough to hurt her. On the way back to the hatch home, you grabbed the bag of food and dragged it.
When you got to the hatch and opened it up, you dropped her in. She landed on her rump with a hard thud. She looked up and was frightened by your silhouette. She ran out of the small room. She didn't get far out of it, you dropped in and snagged her feet with your hands. You went in and turned to the right, dragging her by the tail. Her nails scratched the pipe below your feet. They weren't as loud as her pleas for mercy.
You were able to stand up in this tunnel. You do so, the micen is touching the ground with her head. She bent her spine to meet your forearm with your face and began to bite. You lift her up to your face and grabbed her neck with your other hand. You let go of her tail and her body dangled. She made choking noises and looked at you with only a squinted eye as she scratched at your arm. You pull her head closer to your lips, "Stop."
"You took the bag," She said, "You monster. It was for the kids, they're going to starve because of you!" She glared at you with an unforgiving look, "I hope the other micen find you and tear you apart you son of a b-"
You squeezed your hand, interrupting her with a choke. "Monster am I?" You growl and toss her aside, "Let's see if your kids agree."
"No!" She called and ran in front of you spreading her arms, "I'm sorry! I'll do whatever you want, I'll stop struggling."
You get on all fours, ready to pounce. "Get in." You point to your mouth and open it.
You purple micen stared into your maw with wide eyes and a hesitating breath, "W-wha...?"
"Get in. And crawl down my throat. Willingly."
She looked behind her, possibly for a way to escape. After seeing none she looked back. She bit her teeth and prepared to go in...
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