A light starts to flicker in the dark. It is muted at first, but you recognize its source. You lift up the amulet around your neck and manage to shake some of the digestive goo off of your amulet. The light grows clearer, a pure, bright blue.
With its light, you can see your surroundings. It refracts off the slime coating and dripping from the moving walls; under the slime, you can see dark veins darting through the pinkish surface. You now have a decent idea of your prison's size--relative to you, it is about the size of your bedroom at home. Or maybe, you think grimly to yourself, it could be described as the size of a jail cell--considering that as far as you can tell, there's no way out of here. It reeks, so bad. A huge rush of rank air hits your nose, the belly around you contorting, and a powerful, gaseous belch echoes in your ears. It settles, and you can hear him breathing, his heart beating.
Your surroundings start to shake as Connor sets off for his house at a jog. He has the perfect alibi--he can just tell his parents that you got lost in the woods playing hide-and-seek. Not his fault. You're the elder one, the one who's supposed to look after HIM, not the other way 'round. Your parents will be shaken, but they'll move on, and Connor will be able to go on with his life as normal... with you imprisoned inside.
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