Plunged into darkness, carried down into my tight gut by a gentle, easy swallow, squeezed from all sides by wet, slimy walls. You want to thrash and wail and claw and bite and SURVIVE, but your body lies motionless. Relaxed. Your lungs burn, but you don't gasp, your body sits waiting for unconsciousness amid the gurgles and groans of my gut. You've been eaten. You're going to die. You've been forced to lose everything, and you can't even cry about it. Your quick and easy death will be recorded as evidence of your consent, and I'll get away with it without so much as a warning. I might even get your stuff. The mental shackles do not give you even a moment of control as you fade away for good. You just vanish without a sound or a squirm, and you succumb to me. You are mine. 2/2