“Oh God! Please don’t do this!” You plead desperately. You kick against the wall of the pod, but the fleshy wall barely moves. “Please, I don’t want to die, not like this!” You say, your eye’s welling up. You notice the silhouette, grinding itself against the pod, her pelvis occasionally hitting you in the head through the thick skin of the pod. You give up any notion of dignity as the burning sensation gets worse, you shield you penis and close your eye’s in shame as you realize you are getting hard as your skin burns,” I’ll do anything, please, don’t digest me!”
