He sat in the dark, an ominous brick, waiting for his prey.  At almost 100 kilos, he knew he could squash anyone that dared to push him around.  With over a cubic meter of space inside him, swallowing an average human would be effortless.

“If they only knew,” his thoughts meandering into his human reacting with mindless terror...

Inside of him the fell light was off, and he knew this instinctively.  Come and look for a snack, foolish human!  Feel the wrath of my destructive light of doom shine on you!   Feel the terror of it’s immobilizing heat shine!  I will swallow you whole!  I will smash you! I will crush...

Pommy walked into the room bleary eyed.  Pausing in the dark to rub her eyes, her thoughts strayed to a snack.

Yes! He roared inside, his mind’s eye playing out scenarios of his human’s doom.  He loomed over her as she reached for him.  Yes!  Finally your soul is...

Pommy opened the fridge, bent to the crisper to snatch an apple.  The fridge’s chill light illuminating a portion of the cool kitchen tiles, her bare feet, and the front of her nighty.

The fridge closed with a, “Ploughpt” snapping off the light, as she walked out of the kitchen.

The last of her the fridge heard was a juicy crunch as she bit into her apple.  He wanted to wail and rail against the injustice of his prey yet again escaping him.  Of the indignity of the apples in his crisper, never mind what sat on the back of his shelves.

Visions of his human trapped inside his cavernous maw, screaming in terror, breath coming shorter.  Trapped in the dark.

He wanted to feel her pain, to know that she suffered, finally devolving into nothing more than memories.

Instead he sat in the dark and hummed in despair.  Ashamed of his inability to act, again.