The Documentary Crew hadn't been Paul Sarone's first victims.

Before he was attempting to study the Anacondas as much as he could, specifically in how they handled human prey. His old crew had been picked off and now he needed somebody who could get caught in the coils while he studied from afar. A couple of somebodies for various scenarios and behavior studies if it came to it. As luck would happen, he came across the perfect test subject in the form of a potbellied girl with too much money and not enough common sense.

Brit was a textbook rich, white girl: spoiled rotten, vapid, airheaded and blind to her own privilege. Her potbelly came from years of being never denied any junk food she desired no matter the price. She'd come to the Jungle with her parents as an exotic getaway and took their private yacht behind their back. The foolish wench fancied herself as a rotund Lara Croft, completely ignorant of how small the Jungle's true danger could come as. Clad in her bikini with her belly and butt hanging out for all to see, any predator would see her as borderline suicidal.

Brit came across Sarone's boat as he seemed to be fixing it and cruised up curiously. Almost immediately, the snake hunter knew exactly what he was dealing with and put on his kindly elder act complete with his accent. Brit decided to help the poor old geezer out, not once finding him suspicious. Sarone claimed that he'd been going back to help his research team when the boat overheated. The fat fool decided that this was the excuse she needed to tell her parents and took her to where Paul directed her.

Making landfall, Sarone pretended to have heard his "friends" screaming for help and ran ahead of Brit. She was keen for adventure and ran barefoot into the Jungle itself, giggling in excitement. However, she soon found herself huffing heavily from how out of shape she was and that Sarone had all but vanished. Stopping to catch her breath, the rich girl would soon be educated on how unforgiving the Jungle truly was.

Brit only heard a little bit of rustling from behind her when something slimy tightly clamped down onto her right shoulder. "What the fu-?" was all she could express in what was more confusion than terror when she saw a large Anaconda getting a mawfull of her shoulder. She was cut off when the snake strongly yanked her off her feet and began to twirl her around in mid-air like a top. Confusion gave was to concern which would soon morph into the correct show of terror.

The Anaconda first coiled around her knees to pin her legs together straight and stiff. Next, one around her waist below her big belly which caught her wrists and pinned them to her hips. Another followed around her chest between her boobs and potbelly while pinning her arms to her sides. Finally, the snake's maw let go of her shoulder in order to loop a coil around Brit's neck. It was thick enough to brace it like the neck-braces they used in hospitals.

"Somebody he-" Brit tried to cry out before she felt the coil tighten around her neck slowly but surely like a living noose covered in scales. She could feel the Anaconda holding her up in the air within its strong coils and the grip steadily intensifying the constriction. Her mouth hung open like a gaping hole from the call she'd failed to complete, emitting hacks and wheezes from her growing need for air. Her eyes were wide open and crossed from the great squeeze. Any air she had left was being squeezed out like toothpaste from the coil around her chest.

Brit's fingers and toes twitched in response to the growing tightness. This... couldn't be happening, right? Years of being pampered and spoiled made this living nightmare almost hard to believe. Even as she heard the Anaconda's haughty hiss behind her, her mind furiously denied the best it could. However, said best wouldn't be enough as the Anaconda let its maw hang open hungrily.

Sarone sneered from afar, viewing it all with his binoculars while his camcorder recorded. He coldly delighted in the rich girl learning the harshest rule of the Jungle. The last thing she'd ever learn. The second that she flew out from her luxurious mansion and took a joyride on her yacht was the same second that she forfeited her life. There were none of those city laws that'd dissuade any predator that fancied her as a snack. Here, one's life could be cut short at any single second. Rich. Poor. Fat. Fit. Male. Female. The Jungle never discriminated on who'd live or who'd die. Even the strongest weren't fully immune.

It gave him immense satisfaction to see such a bimbo punished for her willful ignorance of the wild he so adored. He was certain the Anaconda felt the same way when minutes would pass with Brit still alive and still suffering. It seemed that the mighty snake was loosening and intensifying its tightness in order to prolong the potbelly's eventual demise. A slow death to let her reflect on her life and how worthless it had really been.

Plus, with all that weight it'd swallow, perhaps it would be too slow for a few of his traps this time around...

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