Fading Heartbeat

Gulp, gurgle, slosh; gulp, gurgle, slosh. Every day she worked to feed her boundless appetite. A hapless person wandering the streets, swallowed down in an instant, ground into meat on her bones by her powerful stomach, the meat burned away by her infinite metabolism. The next day, an orphaned child in the workhouse, who wouldn't be missed by the aristocrats. Gulp, gurgle, slosh. The next, a particularly lazy policeman. Gulp, gurgle, slosh. Day by day, the dregs of society gradually vanish down her bottomless maw, crushed into nothing within her belly. Soon, she will run out of people she can get away with eating, but now she simply focuses on the fading heartbeat of the young woman curled inside her, a life extinguished for her to live on for another day.