"Come here, Nathan," Gabriel beckoned, curling his index finger. A muffled, labored sigh emanated from the corner of the dimly lit room. 
"Please," Nathan pleaded, weakly. "No more."
"One for me, one for you," Gabriel said, wiggling his finger with sick satisfaction. "That was always the deal." Nathan stepped forward, out from the shadows. His skin looked thin, twisted and stretched, contorted to fit his new frame. With each booming footfall, his textured, distended belly rippled. Gabriel reached into a large, plastic bowl full of hard-boiled eggs. Nathan wept as Gabriel grabbed one and gingerly placed it into his mouth. Nathan attempted to swallow, but the egg's descent was cut short as it landed on the pile of undigested eggs that lined the inside of his esophagus, all the way up from the pit of his stomach.