#maybe ill make part 2

[voregeoise]

Forgotten

I good friend of mine said amnesia is a good trope in vore. Which gave me the thought of what if the prey was the one with amnesia? Enjoy!

Slight warning, this is very much not fluff.

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Do you not remember me?

I'm your friend! You've known me for years! Why do you not recognize me? What happened?

Why are you scared of me?

Why did you hurt me?

I tried to get close to you and... you stabbed me in the side. You're still holding that blood stained dagger. I gave you that knife as a gift, now it's covered in my blood. Why? I know you got hit in the head... but please... don't forget me...

The wound wont kill me, its far from lethal for my kind. But it hurts, in a lot of different ways.

I don't know what to do... I've got you cornered, but I don't want to... but if I don't block you... you'll run off, and might not ever come back.. even if it scares you.

God.. it must be terrifying for you if you really have forgotten me. To be trapped in a corner by a monstrous thing like me, even if we were friends mere hours ago. You know what I am, and what my kind does to your kind.

I wonder if you remember that I've done it to you before. To devour you whole, it was always such an intimate and close thing for us to do, hold you with my whole being, to have you trust me to do such a thing, and now you've forgotten it.

I take another step forward and you point the knife at me. A drop of blood falls from it's tip and lands on the ground. Your breathing is heavy and shaky, you're staring right at me.

I can't let you keep that knife, you're going to end up hurting me again. Or worse.

I take one more step towards you. You make a dash for an escape, I don't let you. I grab you by the throat. You swing around and thrust the knife at me again but I grab your arm before you can get another hit on me.

"D-Drop it!" I order with a wince.

You do. With a thud the bloody knife falls on to the ground. There's tears in both of our eyes, with you now completely defenseless against me and me having to restrain you like this.

I pull you in close to me and embrace you. You're struggling and begging for your life. I wish I could explain that you aren't in danger, but you wouldn't believe me, not in this state.

I hold you there in a hug for a long time, but your struggles and pleas never slowed. Just kept trying to wiggle out of my grasp.

I can't risk it, i can't risk you getting away, I need you, I can't have you leave. I need you close. I know what I have to do, I don't want to do it, but I have to.

I'm so sorry.

You stop struggling as my open maw waits above you, your tears turn to sobs, pleas turn soft, there's a feeling of hopelessness in your voice. It pains me.

As your face presses against my toungue I realize that your sweet taste isn't there, just the salt of tears and a bitter aftertaste. The feeling of love and trust isn't there, it makes me sick to my core.

I force you deeper, my only consolation is that you aren't struggling, I wish I could thank you for making this easy. My throat stretches in uncomfortable ways, this isn't anything like the other times we've done this. I loved doing this with you, but I hate doing it like this.

I try and swallow, you're pushed a little further down, another gulp sends you a little further, and again and again and again. This cycle goes on for far too long, until your form finally drops into my stomach. You're safe in there, but you wouldn't believe me. You just curled up in a ball and sobbed to yourself.

I can only do the same.

I beg you to trust me, to forgive me, to remember me.

Please trust me, we've done this so many times and you've never been hurt. Please remember me, you've been within me so many times, it has to be familiar to you.

Please forgive me... I'm sorry..

I'm so sorry..