Derek's panic surged as he saw the colossal hand wrap around the soda bottle. His fate seemed sealed, and he had no control over whose drink he would land in. The giant hand lifted the bottle, and Derek felt his world tilt. Bubbles continued to fizz and pop around him, making it difficult to stay afloat.
As the bottle tilted, Derek was swept towards the opening. With a desperate hope for survival, he braced himself for what was to come. The enormous lips of one of the boys came into view, and Derek was horrified to recognize them—it was Marco, one of Adric’s friends.
Marco, oblivious to the tiny figure struggling in his drink, took a big gulp of soda. Derek was sucked up through the opening and found himself tumbling through a dark tunnel of liquid. The torrent of soda carried him into Marco's mouth, where he was tossed around by the powerful movements of the giant's tongue.
For Derek, the sensation was overwhelming and terrifying. He fought to keep from being swallowed, trying to grab hold of anything solid, but there was nothing to grasp. Just as he feared he would be gulped down into Marco's stomach, the boy tilted his head back and swallowed hard. Derek felt himself being pulled toward the throat.
In a desperate bid for survival, Derek reached out and grabbed onto the uvula at the back of Marco's throat. The fleshy appendage swung violently as Marco gulped, but Derek held on with all his strength. The force of the swallow created a powerful suction, and Derek's tiny body was whipped around, but he managed to maintain his grip.
Dangling precariously, Derek looked down into the abyss of Marco's throat, the muscles contracting rhythmically. He knew he couldn't hold on forever and needed to find a way out. The movements of Marco's tongue and the constant flow of saliva made it difficult to think clearly.
Above, the boys continued their party, completely unaware of the tiny drama unfolding in Marco's mouth. Derek knew he had to act fast before his strength gave out. He tried to shout, but his voice was too small to be heard over the sounds of the party.
The uvula swung back and forth, making Derek's grip even more tenuous. He was faced with a harrowing choice: let go and hope to land somewhere safer or hold on and risk being swallowed. His heart pounded as he weighed his options, knowing that either decision could lead to his doom.
As he clung to the uvula, Derek's mind raced, trying to come up with a plan. He could see the entrance to Marco's throat below, a dark and menacing void. The muscles of the throat continued to contract and relax, each movement a reminder of the peril he faced.
Derek's strength began to wane, his fingers slipping slightly. He knew he couldn't hold on much longer. He took a deep breath, preparing himself for whatever might come next, whether it was finding a way to safety or facing the unknown depths of Marco's throat.
And then, with his grip faltering, Derek made his choice...
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