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There was bile in her belly that wished to fall into the mans cell ground to see if the man would swallow it down so eagerly. 

To see the desperation, or the devotion, the faithfulness to sin and hunger. To see the intake of her own contents be fused with anothers. To see if the man might have vomited the rest of it back up, or spat it to the ground. To see if he would stomach it. To see just how much a pet could take before its mind slipped as far away as hers might've. 

Greed could be gluttony, and maybe all the demon saw now was something to take. 

Those fantasies did not get to play out. Instead, the lap of her tongue hit the air as the araña thought of how it could've felt to purr. 

Kitty cat. Kitty cat, Soto.

An excitable smile, all legs lifted and distanced the two of them. Her hind legs were faced the pit when Soto was left, and that dark tail taunted swivels to cover the heat of her underbelly: cowering that side of her away as if Soto could chase, but the hellhound was caged.

Goodbye, for now.
Yes.