Ladybug leaps gracefully from ledge to ledge, her red and black suit a bold splash of color against the muted cityscape. Her eyes scan the shadows, alert for any sign of trouble, unaware of the silent presence watching her from the treetops of a nearby park.
Kaa's tongue flicks in and out, tasting the air, as he begins to sway his head in slow, rhythmic circles. The subtle, swinging motion is almost undetectable at first, a gentle dance that soon grows more pronounced as his gaze locks onto his prey. "Ssssuch a lovely little bug, all alone beneath the moon..."
The world blurs at the edges. Ladybug's breath catches as spirals of gold and green swirl in Kaa's eyes, drawing her into a gentle, irresistible trance. "Wh...what...?" she whispers, her voice trailing away, lost in the patterned glow.
Moonlight glints off her exposed skin as she stands defenseless, a marionette to Kaa's silent song. With predatory patience, Kaa slithers down from the branch, his coils whispering across bark and grass, encircling Ladybug in a cool, firm embrace.
Kaa's head slides close, his forked tongue flickering softly against Ladybug's skin, sending shivers down her spine. "You are mine now, little hero... ressst, ressst..." The world narrows to just his voice, his scent, and the pressure of his embrace.
Ladybug, lost in the hypnotic rhythm, barely stirs as Kaa engulfs her. Each swallow is measured, deliberate, as he works his way down her body, her legs slipping last into the darkness of his throat.
Inside the stifling darkness of Kaa's stomach, Ladybug's senses return in flashes—panic, pain, and muffled cries. Acidic warmth surrounds her, and she struggles weakly, tears mingling with the stifling heat.
Her last thoughts are of the city above, the hope she tried to embody, and the quiet agony that now fills her world. Outside, Kaa sleeps peacefully, the night undisturbed once more.
