This choice: Your parents can't know about this... He has to dispose of the evidence! • Go Back... "A-aunt Jen is gonna kill me when she finds out what happened to you... and M-mom..." His hand is shaking. You drop into a crouch, curling up for dear life, not wanting to fall to the ground below. (Little do you realize that's the last thing you should be afraid of.)
You shake your head. "Connor. No. We've gotta tell our parents. Maybe they'll figure out a way to fix--"
"I'll get in so much trouble! I'll get spanked! I'll get grounded from playing with you ever again! Mommy will take away all my toys!!" His eyes bug out in his panic. "M-maybe they'll kick me out of the whole family! I'll be an orphan and have to live on the streets!! It's all my fault!!"
"Why would you get kicked outta the family?" you cry out, trying to reason with him. You pound on his hand--but you don't expect the retaliation you receive. His hand suddenly closes around you tightly. In the tight, hot enclosure of his dirt-covered hand, you kick and flail. "Mmmph! Lemme out!!"
Connor is breathing heavily; you peer through the cracks in his hand and see him, with his free hand, taking off the amulet. He spins it in his hand by the chain and lets it sail through the woods--in a flash, it is gone; a gleam in the distance and then no more as the forest swallows it. You scream. "Connor!!"
"I-I don't have to tell 'em what happened!!" He looks down into his hand at you, his eyes gleaming with a strange light. You instinctively know his intent.
"Connor! No!!!"
His hand rushes up toward the black, gaping hole of his mouth, and you are thrown onto the hot, spongy surface of his tongue. You struggle, but his tongue fights back, curling and squeezing around your body. His hot, smelly saliva slathers you. What light beams into this dark, hot cave peeks through the cage of his crooked baby-teeth--but even this light disappears as his lips close. You feel gravity shift around you. It's all happening so fast--no. No. "No! Please! NO!!!"
You tumble into a dark, cramped space. Muscles seize you, crushing your body tightly, and you're sucked down to the tune of a deafening *GULP*.
The trip down his gullet is at once ages long, and only seconds. You can't breathe in the suffocating embrace of his throat. Let alone move. You try to scream, but as you slip deeper into his body, surrounded by the frenetic hammering of his heart, you realize you're never going to be heard. And then--all of a sudden--it's over. You drop into a waist-high pool of viscous slime. In the darkness you only realize what it is by the smell. Connor's lunch--peanut butter and banana sandwiches. Pulverized to unrecognizability by the pushing, shifting, gurgling walls of your surroundings. Connor's stomach. You push against the goo-coated wall. This is really Connor's stomach. Your own cousin swallowed you alive, and no one but him will ever know. You're a prisoner inside his belly. | Members who added to this interactive story also contributed to these: |
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