[ABF-293] Airi Suzumura left behind with a moving company full of men.

I see him again. Mike. I want to scream, to fight against the inevitable, but I am ensnared in this macabre ballet of desire and despair, my will crumbling under the weight of his relentless appetite. The darkness closes in around me, a suffocating shroud as I am drawn inexorably toward his gaping maw, a cavernous void that promises nothing but oblivion. I know what is coming. My anus will never be safe as long as Mike lives. In that moment, I understand the cruel irony of my fate: I am not merely a meal, but a victim of his unquenchable hunger, a sacrifice to the grotesque ritual of survival. The world outside fades into a distant memory, replaced by the visceral reality of my impending demise. As I feel the last remnants of my being slip away, I am left with a chilling realization: in this grotesque exchange, I am both the prey and the witness to the depths of human depravity, a testament to the darkness that lurks within us all.