You stare at your mother in horror, a slimy eel flipping and flopping on the ground, at least a couple feet long. Your stomach churns, practically feeling your previous meal still struggling inside.
Your torturer wastes no time scooping her up, holding your muzzle with the other hand to force you to stare at her, eye to eye. You can see are terrified awareness in her eyes, even if she is just a fish.
You can only whine as the hand forcefully opens your muzzle as before. Please don’t!!!, your scream mentally as her slimy tail is slowly fed into your maw...
Her tail thrashes and writhes, while her head is held close to your face so you can still still make eye contact. Please no! No!!!
The presure behind your jaw increases, forcing your mouth open wider, as the long slimy body is pushed back tail-fish into your throat.