Elsa looks at you, a hungry look in her eyes, quite literally. She picks you up and looks at you. She starts to squeeze as you squirm in her grip. You feel her breath on your face, the overwhelming smell of pickled Herring causes you gag. "Sorry, I always forget to brush my teeth after I eat, it's not too bad is it?" She breathes on you again and the stench of her breath causes you to hyperventilate. If you couldn't see her beautifully freckled face, you'd have sworn she'd just farted. If this is THAT bad you can't even imagine what her real farts must smell like.
Elsa looks at you smugly and says, "You know, if you think this is bad, you wouldn't even imagine what the Herring smells like coming out the other end....hey that might be fun, I mean it isn't fair that I got to enjoy such a wonderful meal and you didn't get a whiff."
You stare at her stunned as you wonder if she's about to suggest what you fear (and also wondering of she can read minds) she continues, "Why shouldn't you get to enjoy the lovely smell my body makes once it's done with the Herring, and you get two wonderful soft pillows to smush you in the process. So little one, are you ready o smell some stinky fishy gas?"
Before you could respond she breathes on you again, her foul smelling fart breath causes you to black out.
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