Your world is shaking with a gruel soundscape.
It's hot and sticky. The oppressive atmosphere is slowly setting in. You feel like an astronaut who stumbled into a world where no human should have ever been.
You wipe your face as clean as you can and instinctively open your eyes to try to get a glimpse of the commotion all around you.
Void - there is no better word to describe what you see.
A pure blackness, like you never saw before. Night vision would be a fool's errand here. The darkness ruling over this place annihilated even the tiniest ray of light.
As the air causes a funny feeling in your eyes you're closing them again, knowing what it is.
For a moment you ponder why you are comparatively calm considering mess your literally sitting in.
You guess that you're beyond the point of despair.
There is no way out of here... Even if Willow wouldn't deny you every means of escape.
No way, no how! On your own, you can accomplish nothing inside here.
The only way to wake up from this nightmare would be drowning yourself in the pool of liquid you're sitting in.
But you're not brave enough to end your own life so miserably.
Besides, you've no doubt whatsoever that Willow would find way to prevent this. She'd move heaven and hell to keep you alive inside her until her very own digestive tract denied it...
Maybe, if you wouldn't move she would think you're already dead. If she stops swallowing air and burps the the rest out, there'd still be a chance you'd find a less gruesome death.
Occasionally you hear the familiar voice echoing far above. You can't make out what it's saying because it's too dampened by your environment - without the constant soundscape featuring a variety of gurgling, bubbling and groaning noise which reverberate your body.
Soaking in Willow's digestive juices, you just sit there, dazed and unmoving. This nightmare starts to become much more active. Increasing it's noises, it more and more liquid pours in from who-knows-where. Uninterested in all of this. You feel yourself being pushed around as her tummy obviously starts churning on you. You hit the walls left and right. As you let it hurdle you around at will.
The room feel right now - though much more freedom than before - doesn't seem to be that much bigger than you.
Thinking back on anatomy models you suspect to be somewhere near the entrance to her intestines but, of course, with a muscle like that forming your walls it is impossible to distinguish one from the other.
You do know you could try to curl up into the upper half of her stomach.
But that would be another futile attempt to stay away from as much of her juices as you're allowed to - and a real hassle at that since her stomach started churning on you.
This whole organ serves just one single purpose: Completely confining food with nowhere to hide and soften it up so it can be absorbed later...
You're still lost in thoughts. Two hours ago you lived a normal life. You weren't overjoyed but you were content with it. Heck even just roughly twenty minutes ago you lived in freedom. You could walk around on you're own deciding were to go. But since you entered MiniZilla's mouth things changed drastically. You've been constantly toyed with trying to fight back with all your might on the way only to get to forced into pushy chamber.
There's was never any use or need to resist. You only contributed to her getting the ultimate stimulation out of this.
While you ponder a new feeling arises inside - Hate.
You hate Willow for forcing this onto you.
You hate the reason you were shrunk down to this - whatever it was.
You hate yourself for not being honest with Willow when she asked you if she could swallow you. If not for THAT things would've probably taken a whole different turn.
You DO know her for quite some time now. You EXACTLY know that this whole unwilling and denying scenario is a total rapture for her. And only because you were afraid of what's exactly happening now it's happening at all.
Just one word is need to describe your existence --- IRONY
You're about to be overcome by your emotions causing you run amok in madness as you're a stopped by an unreasonable change in your world:
You feel the whole room groan and it gets crushingly cramped
as you sense the air begins to escape this prison.
A familiar roar can be heard far above shortly after the motion starts. Overcome by the situation and the pain it causes your survival instinct kicks in forcefully causing you to fight back.
You try to breath in panic but it's useless. All the air in the room just vanished, leaving only intolerabel gasses behind. Still fighting against the massive muscle that threatens to crush you you're beating like hell as you slowly fell your consciousness drifting away due to the lack of oxygen...
