Jean looked around the wet, sticky cave that was Grandis’s stomach; He would certainly not miss this disgusting middle ground for the eating process. The little bits of mushy up food was being sucked into a puckering hole at the bottom of the stomach, it made a wet squishing sound as the food was slurped in. Recoiling in revulsion, Jean realized that the hole he was seeing was the entrance to the intestines. Jean felt the bile try to force itself up his own throat when he thought of the even worse bowels below him.
“I got to get out of here before I go crazy.” Of coarse talking to yourself can be a sign of mental defect, but Jean didn’t think about that. Across from him in the very front of the stomach, Jean saw the small valve that had been his way in. Knowing that the alternative would be five times worse then this hell, Jean walked towards the end of the throat with the Blue Water trailing behind him. He was carrying the precious Jewel like a sled, holding the string and pulling it along. The Blue Water was nether light or traveling on snow, making dragging it a huge hassle. Jean continued on, sweat running down his back, face turning red and his puny arms growing weak. He was stopped when the stomach started to incline and he knew that getting out with the Blue Water dragging behind him was impossible. His genius mind worked through several different scenarios and how they would work out. Coming up with the best option, Jean dragged the Blue Water to his feet. Now that he could compare his size to that of the blue stone, Jean saw that he was about five inches taller then the rock. Those five inches were in his perspective and would really of been more like one-eighth of a millimeter. Pulling the Blue Water up, he tied it to his back with the string and started to climb towards the way out. With the Blue Water being carried on his back, Jean was able to reach the valve out in under a minute. He was no longer standing strait, but kneeling over with his feet and hands using the folds of the stomach as footing. With his escape in sight, Jean waited for it to open to let some air in so he could getaway.
While Jean struggled towards the throat, Grandis was trying to regain full consciousness. The bump on her head was constant making her desire to get back to the peaceful, bliss of oblivion. She tried to lift up her arms, but found that they refused to budge. Her inability to move made her more awake, her eyes opened fully to the oval face of Nadia. Lazily, Grandis looked behind her to see that her arms had been bound to the railing and she was on her back. Nadia was perched on her sides keeping the villain to the ground, just as Jean had instructed her. When she saw Grandis beginning to regain consciousness, she quickly took her vest off and used it as rope to tie her down. Both women stare at one another, not knowing what to do or say.
“Gaaaaaaaahhhhhh!” Grandis creamed in pain, nearly knocking Nadia down, but she remained on Grandis. The scream had been caused by Jean prying open the cardiac valve with his bare hands. When he had forced the valve open a strange wind sucked him in nearly half way. Jean had just been able to look up the throat when he felt himself lifted with such velocity that it was as though his own stomach had dropped into his shoes. Jean found himself hovering in the air, and then the falling started. Quickly he threw himself at the mucous membrane and held on fast. Gasping for breath as his fingers sunk into the tender flesh of the throat, Jean checked to see that the Blue Water was still attached to his back. Feeling the familiar weight of the rock, he pulled his hand off the sticky esophagus and lifted it higher. High above him, the uvula swayed back and forth to the breath of Grandis.
“Get off me, Circus Rat,” Grandis growled at Nadia as she tried to force the girl away with her feet.
“Stop, Jean is trying to get out of your throat!” Nadia knew this because right now, she could see a small lump traveling up Grandis’s neck. She silently cheered for Jean to get out as he came closer and closer to the end of the mouth. Grandis blinked at Nadia’s words, the runt was inside her neck? Now that she thought about it, she did feel something sticking to her throat when she yelled. Grinning viscously at Nadia, Grandis began to swallow repeatedly.
Jean, now feeling hot, wet, bedraggled and fatigued, hunkers down on the side of Grandis’s long throat. His surroundings were beginning to tilt as Grandis shifted the position of her neck. With the throat now perfectly vertical, Jean was literally climbing up, with the slant to no longer help him; he was finding this to be too difficult. His body ached and his eyes blurred with tears and sweat, his body felt that it would buckle at any minute. He could see the uvula now, so close that he could swear that he could touch it. Then came an outburst of sound, motion and constriction pulled him down back into her gullet. Saliva from the mouth followed him as he fell and again his hands gripped the fleshy walls. The entrance to her throat slipping further away as Jean looked up at the retreating uvula. He could feel the dominating muscles of her gullet squeezing him relentlessly downwards and felt horror of just think of the hellish stomach again. He began slipping backwards as the saliva greased up the throat. Jean frantically scrambled for something to grip on to so he wouldn’t fall back into the stomach. It was as his hands slipped over the smooth flesh that his hands accidentally worked their way into a crevice in the side of her throat. He held fast to the flap of skin as another swallow came only this time everything went crazy. A gagging sound echoed around Jean and he felt the throat expand and tighten irregularly. What Jean was holding onto was the access to her windpipe in the wall of the esophagus. As the coughing pursued Jean was thrown up and down bouncing off the throat like a pinball. During one of the more violent cough, he was tossed up so high that he hit the uvula. As he started to fall, he grabbed the edge of the tongue and held on, slowly he pulled himself up with the Blue Water and rested on the tongue. With the teeth clamped shut and the mouth not being controlled by a willing party, Jean was out of ideas on how to get out now.