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Predator (4k)
🕑 Added 2021-03-14 22:34:54 +0000 UTC As the three men round the corner out of the kitchen after an unsuccessful attempt to find some scraps, a scream echoes out behind them. The two at the front spin around just in time to see the third splatter underneath their unexpectedly stealthy pursuer's sole. Her light-blue painted toenails would be cute if she hadn't just painted the floor bright red.
"So you think you can try to steal from me and get away with it?" she teases from behind the corner. "If you want my food so bad, then why don't you just become it?" The two remaining men break out into a sprint as she comes out from behind the corner, towering over them. She slowly got to her hands and knees, the length of her body crossing far more of the floor than the men could ever hope to cross even when running for their lives. A shadow falls over them and one looks up to see her mouth open above him. He screams for help as her lips close around his torso, kicking and screaming as she lifts him off the ground to look right as the last one. Her sadistic yet girlish giggle terrifies him and shatters the eardrums of the unfortunate one half inside her mouth. How could someone laugh like that at what she is doing right now? He can't bring himself to look back even as his friend is sucked deeper into her mouth, punctuated with a sickening gulp.
"Run faster little man. If you can make it under that table you might live another thirty seconds while I dig you out." She condescends, draining any hope he had left. He keeps running for the table despite her words, hopeless and alone. Miraculously he reaches the table and dives under it.
"I'm impressed, I didn't think you'd actually make it." she muses. "Congratulations you were a little more fun to play with than the others." standing up to her full height. Out of breath and cowering under the table, he sees her stop just in front of it, carefully watching what little of her he could see. Suddenly her foot lurches forward, searching for him. he dives to the side with his last bit of energy only for her big toe to brush the top of his head. She stomps down on him, knowing she's found him, trapping him between her toes and the ball of her foot. Curling her toes to pin him further, she pulls him out from under the table.
"I know you're a little bug but, could you stop squirming so much? she squeezes out between laughs "You really tickle down there." She curls her toes further, squeezing the life out of him.
"Wriggly little bugs get squished" she threatens. Her leg raises behind her and she looks back at him one last time as he splatters just like the first one.
