Saeko jolted awake, her lungs burning as she gasped for air, but the air felt thick and stagnant. Her heart hammered against her ribs, a frantic bird trapped in a cage of bone. As she tried to stand, her hands met something hard, cold, and smooth. This wasn’t the feeling of her soft, comfortable bed; and looking around she was in a dark unfamiliar environment….
Suddenly a violent tremor rocked her world as light flooded in. Saeko squinted, shielding her eyes, only to see a figure peering down at her. It was Rin. But he wasn’t the tiny, trembling supervisor she had commanded; he loomed like a titan, eyes cold and indifferent. A small, predatory smile tugged at the corner of his mouth, a look that sent a chill deeper than the dark drawer could manage.
“R-Rin!” she screamed, her voice cracking with a sudden, irrational terror. “What is this!? Why aren’t my powers working? Explain yourself!”
Rin didn’t answer. His gaze remained fixed on her, heavy and hungry his massive hand descended down on her. She screamed as his colossal fingers closed around her, the sheer pressure of his grip threatening to snap her ribs. He lifted her upward, hoisting her small, trembling form toward his face.
She looked up into the gargantuan landscape of his features, seeing only the terrifying scale of his nostrils and the damp, dark cavern of his mouth. “What… what do you intend to do?” she whimpered, her bravado dissolving into a plea for mercy.
“You’re looking so appealing…” Rin murmured, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through her very marrow. “So delicious…”
The interior of his mouth was a humid, fleshy cathedral. Saeko tumbled into the darkness, met immediately by the overwhelming musk of his breath and the thick, viscous flood of saliva. She tried to scream, but her voice was muffled by the massive, muscular slab of his tongue. Rin began to play with her, swishing her around the cavernous space with a slow, rhythmic cruelty. He battered her against the roof of his mouth, the blunt force of his taste buds bruising her skin as he tasted her, savoristic and intense. She was drowning, gasping for air that was nothing but warm, salty nectar.
Just as she thought her lungs would burst, the movement ceased. The frantic churning of his tongue slowed to a rhythmic, heavy press. Saeko felt the floor beneath her began to tilt upward. He was lifting her toward the back of his throat. Panic flared, she clawed at the slick, muscular walls, trying to find a grip, but her limbs were leaden, exhausted by the struggle. The tongue rose one final time, a massive, fleshy wave that swept her backward into the darkness of his throat.
“Rin!” she screamed as she quickly swam back up, her voice echoing uselessly against the thick, walls of the stomach. She began to thrash, splashing wildly in the acidic soup, desperate not to sink back down. “Let me out! I don’t want to be food! Please!”
A slow, agonizing sensation began to creep across her skin. A faint, tingling prickle that grew into a searing burn. The acids were finding their way through her clothes, beginning to eat at her very flesh. She screamed until her throat felt raw, but the only response was the heavy, thud of his heartbeat above her.