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Sovrim brought themselves a treat: A human. A two centimeter tall human, as a snack. Upon getting home, Sovrim opened the paperboard container and tipped it over, letting the naked, pale-skinned creature out onto their kitchen table. The human was almost comically small on the round surface; it could have been mistaken for a crumb if not for the fact it was shivering from fear, cold, and malnutrition in this unfamiliar environment.

Humans have many talents. Intellect. The use of tools. Numbers. None of those advantages would matter to the single, solitary human on the table, its light skin standing out against the dark wood. It looked up at the amphibian towering above, looming like a colossus, moving far quicker than it would have imagined a being of such size could move. As Sovrim leaned in a little closer, it was like a living rock slide, and the human had only one thought: run. Run like hell. And so, it did. However, speed is not one of the advantages of a human, and the untrained runner was making poor time relative to another snack its size.

Sovrim gave it a few moments, allowing the fear to set in. They had all the time they wanted; the human had no chance to escape given the meter-long drop off the edge of the table. To reinforce the danger, Sovrim flicked their tongue out and intentionally missed, landing it a few steps in front of the human, just to give it a sense of what they were about to be doomed by. The human nearly fell backward just from the shock of seeing a tongue thicker than it is, like a fleshy monolith spearing down from the sky with all the force of a bolt of lightning. And, like lightning, Sovrim’s tongue retracted just as quickly, leaving only a wet spot on the table where the saliva had collected upon it.

The human’s brush with death left it too shocked to think about running again. Sovrim did not give it a second chance to think about its fate; their next tongue-flick made direct contact with the human. It was knocked face-first against the table, breaking its nose and briefly losing consciousness, before regaining it as it was pulled violently back into the maw of a cold-blooded predator. The viscous saliva ensured the human remained stuck to the tongue as it withdrew, but as that liquid collected around the prey, the sheer weight of it helped the human come free of the tongue, much to its horror.

Within Sovrim’s maw, the environment was almost tropical, given the warm and oppressively humid air within. The faint smell of previous meals lingered, giving a slightly acrid stench to the atmosphere. The hybrid’s teeth were relatively small - not quite half the size of the human - but still plenty sharp if they were to be used. That slender, powerful tongue retracted fully, leaving only the softer, fleshy surfaces of the maw for the human to fear. Everything was simultaneously too slippery to hold, but too slimy to be moved through with ease. The human couldn’t move itself far at all, though the movements of Sovrim’s head carried it this way or that, either toward the teeth or away from them, allowing the human to appreciate its fate for far longer than it had any desire to.

Those teeth were playfully brought into play, just to terrify the human. Though Sovrim had no intent of chewing their snack and spoiling the flavor with blood, the human had no way of knowing that. It wailed, pleaded, and squirmed for its life as it was brought closer to those teeth, with two positioned on either side of its arm, as Sovrim bit down carefully. The teeth grazed flesh, scratching the skin but not breaking it. The human was held face-down in saliva, trying to use its free arm to keep its head above the mire at the bottom of the predator’s maw, while also trying not to move too much and cause even more injury to itself. Sovrim’s satisfied mmm was near-deafening, but the human had no way to shield its sensitive ears from the noise.

A few minutes of toying with the human had become tiring and Sovrim wanted to get on with their afternoon. Their head barely tilted back before they swallowed, sending the human down to the experience of crushing peristalsis and a slow digestion. With their snack dealt with, Sovrim sprawled out on the couch to enjoy the rest of their afternoon, utterly indifferent to the hell happening within their stomach. While Sovrim rested the human digested alive, only succumbing once their damaged body could withstand no more.