Rrawpictures - Second Round - Violet Amrita

Rrawpictures - Second Round - Violet Amrita

Violet was curious about the strange sensation she had felt in her mouth earlier that day. As she stood in front of the bathroom mirror, she leaned forward to get a better look, her breasts almost spilling out of her tank top. Suddenly, she noticed something moving around in her mouth. It was tiny, but it seemed to be alive. She gasped and quickly turned on the bathroom light, illuminating her mouth. There, stuck to her tongue like a small bug, was a tiny man. He was covered in her saliva, his clothes torn and muddy. His eyes widened as he looked up at her, his mouth moving frantically. Violet's heart raced as she tried to make out what he was saying. She leaned closer, putting her face right in front of his. "What are you?" she whispered, her voice hushed with awe. The man seemed to recognize her, his eyes widening even further. "I... I'm a man," he stammered, his voice small and shaky. "I don't know how I got here or why I'm alive." Violet's mind raced back to the previous night. She vaguely remembered feeling something odd while she was eating dinner. It was like she had swallowed a bug or something. But how was this person still alive? And why was he here now? As she pondered these questions, the man began to struggle, trying to free himself from her sticky grasp. Violet watched in fascination as his tiny fingers clawed at her tongue, his body writhing in protest. She couldn't help but feel a strange mix of excitement and apprehension as she realized what she was witnessing. Slowly, almost reluctantly, she reached out and scooped him up with her finger. He was so small, she could easily fit him on the tip of her finger. She held him up close to her face, studying his features. He looked terrified, his eyes darting around frantically. "What's your name?" she asked softly, her voice barely more than a whisper. The man swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing nervously. "My name is... Jason," he croaked, his voice hoarse from fear and disuse. Violet's heart skipped a beat. This was a person, not just a random object that had ended up in her mouth. And now she had to decide what to do with him. Should she let him go, or was it her duty to "correct" the situation? In the end, Violet made her decision. She leaned closer to Jason, her breath warm against his cheek. "You're right, Jason," she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. "You shouldn't be alive right now. But since you are, maybe I'll give you a chance to prove me wrong." And with that, she opened her mouth wide, revealing her gaping maw full of sharp teeth. Jason screamed as he was pulled into her mouth, his body being stretched and contorted by the alien environment. Violet let out a low growl of anticipation, her tongue flicking out to taste her incoming meal. As Jason disappeared from sight, Violet's mind was made up. She would give Jason a chance to survive, but only if he could win against her in a fair fight. The thought made her shudder with excitement as she braced herself for the battle to come.