To your dismay, you remained unseen and the dean left not knowing of the act that was about to take place. “That sure was close, my little treat.” Miss Harris said as she licked her crimson lips. You knew this was the end and there was no way to stop it. As her sword sharp daggers cut into the sandwich all around you, you knew that the sound of the lettuce crunching and of the tomatoes being squished was the sound of death. As you came in contact with the hot and moist climate of her mouth the only thing you could do was try not to be crushed by her pearl white molars. Not too long after you entered the maw of the goddess, a torrent of water washed all evidence down her throat.
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