With her sacrifice secure in her grasp Konga turns and marches back towards the jungle. She gives one last look to the natives before entering into a sea of trees all while hearing the chanting of her name in the background before she disappears from sight. The locals know all too well what happens to those that they sacrifice to Konga.
As Konga moved through the trees her captive lay at her side in the palm of her hand. The disoriented man was only able to focus momentarily looking up at his captor or below at the jungle floor. The giant woman seemed to be in a hurry. That much was obvious. She swatted aside tree branches while her feet crushed anything on the ground in her way. The last thing he saw before passing out was the shadowy silhouettes of passing trees as his beautiful captor moved deeper into the jungle.
The man is abruptly woken from his daze when he hits a hard stone surface. His nostrils are assaulted by a horrendous smell all around him. Aching on stomach from his fall he opens his eyes to see two empty sockets staring back at him. Frightened he jumps up in terror and crawls away from the the thing. A skull. One of many. Looking around he can see his cliff base is littered with numerous human skeletal remains in various states. He also notices along with the bones are pieces of aged torn clothing all around the ground. But what really catches his eye is how different they all are. Some resemble the tribal loin cloths of the indigenous people. Others look like ordinary modern clothes. Then there are articles of clothing that shades of fatigue and olive suggest they belonged to soldiers. He is looking at what remains of those taken before him. He is standing this giant woman's dinner plate. He is grasping with this realization when the woman's enormous figure appears at cliff's edge.
As she rises his sight falls on her tan belly. As if on cue a guttural pang of hunger rumbles from within. The woman licks her lips while her beautiful big brown eyes gaze down him hungrily. It appears he has found himself next on the menu.
Konga finally reached the spot. The ledge where she can eat her meal in peace away from the natives or other predators. The natives know not to venture to here. Not only will it mean their end but she will retaliate and unleash her fury on their village. She is very territorial over this area even going so far as to mark the surrounding trees. Her belly signals to her that it has been far too long since she has eaten. Even longer since she's been given white meat. She was looking forward to eating this one. She stares down a the tiny thing to terrified to run from her. As her hand hovers above her pale captive she is interrupted.
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