For someone as small in stature as Emily is, her strength is amazing. She forces you backwards into her maw, headfirst, and uses her strength to lift you up into the air. As she kneels down behind you, she has gravity on her side and your head in her mouth as you go head over heels. You flail for only a short while… her grip makes it too tough to struggle and once her lips engulf you shoulders you really have next to no mobility. She’s very gifted at swallowing, and while she’s dreamed about taking you down for a long time, you can’t even manage to put up much of a fight. The only thing you can offer is a scream of horror as your head travels down the dark path of her esophagus and the terrible stench of her innards and the reality of your situation sinks in.

Once your head is completely inside her tract, you become disoriented as to where the rest of your body is. You can’t fully tell when it is that she finally downs your feet and you’re completely inside of her. All you know is that it’s not long before you hear her laugh… that maniacal, gleeful laugh se always gives when she has swallowed someone. Emily is not always a jubilant person but taking lives and producing waste have always brought smiles to her face. She loves the complete power of it.

After her laugh, feeling rather proud of herself, she goes back to the recipe and reads it aloud. The sound is distorted from inside her, and deeper and more resonant… but the words are clear.

“Restrain Troy and swallow. Keep inside until well digested.” She reads. “If ingredients beg for their life, respond with laughter and humor.”

“Emily, this isn’t a joke anymore!” You exclaim from inside of her. Her only response is to blow a farting noise with her mouth, sticking out her tongue.

“Digestion may take several hours. During this time, for best results, the ingredients should be taunted.” She reads. “Ingredients, I guess that’s you, huh, darling?”

“I’m not an ingredient, dammit!” You yell “I was your boyfriend!”

“Boy, I thought it was a messy break up when you dumped me,” Emily says, grinning a grin you can’t see, “but I think it’s going to be even messier when I dump you!” She laughs, not so much at her own, clichéd joke, but to express her dominance over you.

“Look, you got me.” You say. “It’s a funny joke, it really is, but I’d rather be alive so I can laugh at these things with you.”

“Sweetheart, if I were you, I’d stop talking.” Emily says empathetically.

“Why should I?”

“Well, for starters, you’re going to use up all of the air.” She says. “And, all of the CO2 you’re giving off might make me gassy.”

THHBBBBBBTTTT. She lets out a loud fart and giggles. You try to find the words to talk her out of it, but she’s right… the lack of air does go to your head and you find yourself uncontrollably drifting off. The last sounds you hear in this world are Emily farting and laughing about your demise.