After thinking it through, you decide to let things play out as they will. With one little magical adjustment.
Claire was running with desperate abandon. She couldn't die. Not now. She hadn't even gotten to land a rich husband yet. She needed to find a place to hide. But the gigantic dinosaur after her was getting closer by the second. Suddenly Claire tripped on a root sticking out of the ground. "No!", she screamed. She quickly scrambled back to her feet but the delay was all the time the Carnotaurus needed to catch up. In an instant, it snatched up Claire in its hungry jaws and bit her clean in half.
Normally, a human being would immediately pass out from the pain and shock of such an injury. But you had subtly altered Claire's body and consciousness to keep her awake for every step of the digestive process. You had to do something to maximize her misery after all if she was going to get herself killed this quickly. So Claire let out another scream as she became separated from her prized ass and legs. Then she slid down the beasts throat as it chewed up her meatier half. In the cramped, dark, dank pit of the beasts stomach, Claire started to cry as her body began to break down. This couldn't be the end of her. It just couldn't be. Why couldn't one of those unpopular losers have been transported back in time instead of her?
Watching the dinosaur digest its prey, you decided to speed things along. Claire felt every piece of her break down and be digested as she waited for a death you had decided to deny her. Instead, you kept Claire's soul tethered to the soup that was once her body. Claire could no longer see anything, but felt very cramped and uncomfortable. Suddenly she was pushed forward. You watched with amusement as the Carnotaurus deposited Claire's new body on the ground and lumbered away. As a lark, you gave Claire enough awareness to see and smell exactly what she had become. Although she couldn't speak, you could feel her horror.
The thing about the queen bee wannabes like Claire is that they tended to peak in high school and everyone but them tended to see what total pieces of shit they really were. But now Claire had become the literal embodiment of this idea and was left with no choice but to know that she was nothing but shit in the end.
Admiring your handiwork, you knew it was probably time to leave Claire and return to the work at hand. Although, maybe it would be fun to restore her back to her old self in the present, but with all the memories of her ordeal still intact to drive her mad. Or you could return Claire to the present in her new dinosaur dung form, so all of her old friends and victims could see what had become of her. Decisions, decisions.
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