Chapter 22: Swallowed
The moment the world went dark, Nick felt nothing.
There was no pain. No pressure. Just a sudden, terrifying void.
Then—
Agony.
’Am I dead?’ He questioned, but the answer soon came to him before he could contemplate further.
The searing burn of acid touched his skin, and the choking stench of bile and rot invaded his senses.
’What the fuck—!’
Nick barely had time to process the fact that he was still alive before instinct took over. He flailed, kicked and screamed — but it was all futile as his body was severely crippled from his overexertion in running away.
His attempt at screaming was reduced to nothing more than a hoarse gurgle, which made him realise that he couldn’t attempt such a thing again — since he had to conserve his oxygen.
With his best guess, there was only enough air inside... wherever he was to last him a few more minutes.
Then, he started sliding further down the fleshy tunnel, becoming more and more constricted on all sides as he did so, with each muscle spasm of the beast’s innards dragging him deeper into its digestive tract.