Angiejoy - Rich family messed with a devourer wmv

Angiejoy - Rich family messed with a devourer wmv

As the sun began to set, Angiejoy walked into the mansion, her heels clicking against the marble floor. She was dressed in a tight black dress that hugged her curves perfectly, making her look even more intimidating than usual. Her long, raven black hair was pulled back into a tight bun, revealing her sharp features. Angiejoy was a devourer, someone who derived pleasure from consuming people whole. It was a dark fetish that she had kept hidden for years, until now. She had grown tired of being mistreated by others and decided to take matters into her own hands. She walked through the empty halls, feeling the power that came with knowing she had complete control over these people's lives. They were once wealthy and powerful, but now they were nothing more than playthings for her amusement. Angiejoy reached the room where she had left them, their eyes wide with fear as they watched her approach. She stood before them, towering over them with her 6-foot-tall frame. "Well, well, well," she purred, her voice dripping with venom. "Aren't you all looking quite pathetic?" Without warning, she bent down and grabbed the first man by the collar of his shirt. His eyes widened as he felt himself being lifted off the ground, dangling at her mercy. With a vicious smile, Angiejoy opened her mouth wide and swallowed him whole, feeling him sink into her stomach with a satisfying gulp. The others watched in horror as their friend disappeared down Angiejoy's throat. Some tried to run, but were quickly restrained by the others. They couldn't escape the inevitable any longer. One by one, Angiejoy picked them off, devouring them with relish. She savored the way their bodies felt as they slid down her gullet, their screams echoing in her ears. By the time she was finished, Angiejoy's stomach was distended, full of people. She let out a contented sigh and leaned against the wall, feeling the warmth spread through her body. "That was... quite satisfying," she murmured, running her tongue over her lips. With a last look of contempt at the trembling group of survivors, Angiejoy turned and walked away, ready to find her next meal. As the door closed behind her, all that remained were their terrified gasps and the sound of her heels fading into the distance.