Sometimes I get really into the aspect of predatory hunger, the way some of the predator's attention rests on their stomach and their mind's main focus becomes to get something in there, as well as the primal innocence in their eyes as they desire to gobble me up, followed by their satisfaction after they have finally sent me down their gullet, ready to forget about what even stilled their hunger as their body eagerly gets to work on another living being, uncaring for my still beating heart – which is all perfectly lifelike, especially when I don't feel like altering any bodily functions for my fantasy, creating the potential for 100% realism and becoming the reason why I broke my trend of shrunken human prey and decided to be a mouse, adding to the normalcy of getting consumed by being something that's ordinarily on their menu, creating a scenario where even if someone was watching me get eaten, or found my remains in some crap, no one would bat an eye and that somehow makes it hotter, because appearently I like the thought that being food is my only purpose in the world (even though I also enjoy the opposite of having a potentially big future along with many attachments snatched away to become a quick snack), and that naturally works infinitely better with ones favorite pred, mine being a lioness, meaning today's fantasy was a totally vanilla scene of a hungry lioness coming across and making a meal out of a mouse; pouncing, biting, swallowing, digesting, defecating – all using that hot feline body I love every single part of.I guess ranting is also part of sharing a fantasy sometimes.

What do you guys think is hotter, being made to feel you're only good for a meal, or feeling robbed of a far more meaningful life?
Of course I realize those aren't mutually exclusive.