Slipping through the deserted streets unde the cloak of the night. I found myself tiptoeing around the lavish neighborhood, my target, house number 304, feeling as if i embarked on a heist, impossible though, considering the rumors of the impenetrable security systems in this part of town, it was intriguing to think why someone so affluent as Rebecca, renowed drummer of the Angels of Death would opt for a modest home in this upscale zone.
Pushing my musings aside, I focused on my mission, snap a photo of rebecca in the midst of some late night leisure activites, report back to the agency and cashout the substantial payout, enough to sustain me for months if I played my cards right.

Approaching the designated house, and making sure no one was watching, I scaled with catious haste the tall fence that circled the property, as i touched the grass on the other side, I contemplated the consequences of my actions, fully aware that getting caught would get me in a myriad of legal troubles.
Before i could even get a few steps a loud noise startled me, had I been discovered? Heart pounding, I realized I had stepped on something, it was a camera, identical to mine, it was the same my sponsor provided…and despite the urge to retreat, the reward urged me to press on.

Crossing the garden, the front of the main house within reach, with camera poised, and making out a figure amidst the shadows, i snapped a photo, only to realize, to my horror, that i had captured the unexpected, she was not just any target, but a predator in her own right, one that, just like the other Angels, was known for her predatory ways on stage, it seemed like this was also something that extended out of it too, a paparazzi trap set to snare anyone foolish enough to try her, I had made a mistake.

Fear coused through my veins as i turned to flee, yet a clawed hand twarthed my retreat, and before I knew, I was greeted by the sight of a gaping, toothed maw, and a pulsing tunnel of flesh, pulling me into its overbearing embrace, the pressure surrounding me as I was deposited within a chamber, the screams of the others that would meet the same fate, the tingling of liquids against my skin, the deafening gurgles, and the suffocating heat, ingrained into me the knowledge that there was no escape… this was going to be my tomb, and no amount of money was worth this, I knew that after tonight, nothing would matter at all, but as darkness closed in and the lack of air became suffocating, I welcomed it, a reprieve from the hell that no doubt would be digestion…and finally, darkness consumed me….
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As movement ceased inside her, Rebecca gathered the scattered equipment from her yard, the weight in her belly setting nicely. She smirked at the sight of her latest addition, a photo, displayed on the camera’s screen, the one belonging to her latest catch.

“Caught my best angle”

She chuckled, the contrast between her melodious voice and her predatory nature stark

“I think I’ll keep this one, print it, maybe stick it on my fridge door”

she chuckled, and with a satisfied sigh, she entered her house, writing a check to the anonymous agency that made this possible, a neat deal for her…unique cravings

“They always send the tastiest paparazzi”

she mused, preparing for a much needed rest, after all, she had a heck of a meal to sleep off.

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