You decide you can't wait. Oh well; there will be other elves. But now, you can do your job for this one. She struggles hysterically to rip through the pliant walls of your mouth, and yet you feel only a pleasant tingling sensation. You savor the feeling for a while, but it quickly grows old. This elf's time is up. You open your throat and release the muscles holding her in place. With a high-pitched scream, she plummets into your trunk, where she is stopped by the muscles there. Your mouth reopens as the flower, still baited with silverleaf in case any of the elf's friends come wandering by in search of the same thing. Meanwhile, she is being forced down your trunk towards your stomach. You keep a little air in your trunk to keep her conscious; you love the taste of fear and sweat streaming off her as she cries for her life while being squeezed and shoved down towards the inevitable. Then she finally reaches the trunk's exit. With a gasp of relief, you can feel her hope that it might be over as her legs find themselves kicking in open air, but then the rest of her body follows, plopping down into the waiting pool of acid a few feet below the trunk opening to your cavernous stomach. That's when she realizes that she hasn't even felt the depths of her plight yet. She screams so loud it could be heard outside as she lies in the acid, but is quickly cut off as she passes out, the acid begins to dissolve her, and the stomach walls start to churn. A loud UUUUURP from your mouth startles away a few birds outside. It's been too long since you had had a good meal.
