It begins not with a violent attack, but with an inescapable pull. This leviathan might simply open their jaws, creating a gentle but irresistible vortex in the water, drawing their chosen prey towards them. There is no fighting it. The current is a soft, powerful invitation into their maw.

Sliding over their tongue is like sinking into a warm, velvety mattress. The air is thick with the humid, musky scent of their breath, a mix of saltwater and something uniquely organic. Those backward-curving teeth gently caress and guide the prey deeper, ensuring there is no escape but also no sharp pain — only the smooth, slick pressure of flesh against flesh. The world outside vanishes, replaced by the echoing, rhythmic sounds of their heartbeat and the low, gurgling symphony of their inner workings.

The final slide is a sudden, wet plunge into their belly. The esophagus gives way, and the prey drops into the expansive, cavernous stomach. The entrance seals shut behind them with a soft, wet sound, plunging them into a world of absolute darkness, warmth, and viscous digestive juice.


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