POV: You Are a Snack Waiting to Be Devoured

You thought hiding inside my chocolate bar would keep you safe. You were wrong. Watch in powerless POV as my fingers tear off piece after piece, each snap bringing my lips, my tongue, my teeth closer to your trembling little hiding spot. I have no idea you're in there, but that only makes it crueler. One wrong bite and you're gone, swallowed down without a second thought, just another morsel for a Goddess who devours without noticing. Will you survive the next piece? Will you scream loud enough to be heard? Or will you stay silent and pray I don't bite down on you next?