Devoured

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Sliding down its throat reminds me of the slime I used to make as a kid. Sticky wetness sticks to my skin and burns me as I am squeezed into its stomach.

At first I don't know what to think.

And then I start screaming.

The light above me coming from its mouth disappears as the cruncher closes its black teeth, and before I know it I'm sitting in complete darkness once more. The cruncher starts to move forward. I scream again, desperately trying to claw my way out of its belly. It smells like dead fish in here. Like rotting flesh. I cry out and slam my fists into the side of its stomach.

The cruncher simply continues to walk forward, jiggling me around. I push my hands through my hair, sobbing and trying to ignore the glass that's scraping against my scalp. I feel a large shard fall out of the bloody tangles.

"Kanna, are you there?"

The voice in my ear speaks softly, but urgently.

"Yeah." I say, not bothering to whisper. I'm gonna die... I'm going to die in here.

"Did it swallow you?"

"Yes."

"Do you have any big pieces of glass?"

I think back to the shard that fell out of my hair. I feel around the bottom of its stomach, and wince as I feel something knick my already bloody hands.

"Yes," I say, grabbing hold of the shard. It's not very large, but it fits comfortably in my hand.

"Cut your way out."

"What!?"

"Use the glass and saw through its skin. It's not very thick."

I wipe blood out of my eyes. My arm feels like it weighs 100 pounds as I lift it.

The shard pierces the skin easily, pushing through to the outside. My eyes widen as I see red light shining through the crack. I pause, waiting for the cruncher to react.

It doesn't.

I take a deep breath and pull the glass down, ripping through its slimy skin. The ground opens out underneath me and I tumble out, gasping as my flailing arms smack into the ground.

"Run!"

Glass flies as my feet slam into sharpness. I sob and plow forwards, trying my best not to slip. Everything is sliding beneath me.

Crunch.

Can't let them get me, I can't let them get to me...

Crunch.

I've gotta run...

Crunch.

My feet slip, and I crash into the ground.

And I can't feel anything anymore.

Author's Note:
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