You struggle, gasp and scream for mercy as Jedda tilts her head a full 90 degrees, and your world suddenly turned vertical, leading straight down into a hole that lead straight to your death. Unfortunately for you, the tongue is not the worlds most reliable surface to grab onto, as you're quickly learning. Your grip on the top of the tongue doesn't hold, and you fall with a fright, frantically grasping and fumbling about to get a hold on anything. The comparatively thick bumps on the hippo-dragoness's tongue serve as functional hand holds, but they're just as slippery as the rest of it, and you quickly lose your hold and begin to fall further and further. With nothing to grasp on to, you merely hug the surface of the tongue as the edge of Jedda's throat comes closer.
The world seems to slow down, and you feel weightless, like you're underwater. You watch as globs of saliva go trickling past you, hit the back of Jedda's mouth, and slide down her esophagus, disappearing down the dark cavern of her gaping maw. You really, really didn't want it to end this way, but your fate seemed settled. And in the end, you having survived as long as you had was impressive. You could at least take solace knowing that you'd fared better and lasted longer than most humans in the monster world have, and you were momentarily proud of yourself, before the realization that you were going to die came rushing back to you, slamming in to you like a ton of bricks. Your innate 'fight or flight' response was of no use in this situation, and after what seemed like hours, but were merely seconds of struggling, you knew you couldn't win. So you did something crazy. You let go.
Suddenly in free fall as you drifted away from the mass of wet pink, the sliver of light pouring in through Jedda's sharp teeth becoming fainter and fainter, you closed your eyes, and you found yourself at peace. You no longer had to worry about surviving. About avoiding the grasp of these giant, carnivorous beasts every day. You would finally have the peace you'd craved ever since you'd been locked up in this hellhole. Your life began to momentarily flash before your eyes as they began to close slowly, thoughts of all the happiness you'd experienced in your life flooding your mind as you embraced-
*COUGH* *COUGH* *HACK* came the sounds of a distressed Jedda, grasping at her throat as she coughed and wheezed, before suddenly hacking up a large glob of saliva on her hand. Taking a moment to begin breathing normally again after her coughing fit, she looked down towards the strangely colored pile of spit in her cyan palm, and rubbed at it with a finger, revealing a small human, who she was momentarily worried was dead but began to shiver after a few moments, much to her relief. "Jeez, Sylvia, why do you gotta look so tasty?" the Bahamut asked accusingly. "Let's get you cleaned off and back in that cage, I guess. Can't believe I almost let down the people at the anti human-addiction meet-up... I really can't allow this to happen again."
You, however, couldn't move. Or rather, didn't have the strength to. You had been so prepared to die that the thought of being alive paralyzed you. You'd been in some close calls before, but none were ever so...surreal. You'd been in danger of being eaten before, but it never got far enough for you to endure what you'd just dealt with. The struggling. The panic. The denial. The acceptance. You were so ready to accept death that you had actually accepted it. To come back from that, to still be alive after the feeling of terror had washed away, and only peace remained...it was difficult, to say the least. The trials and tribulations of you living were nowhere near their end, despite how seemingly close they were a mere few seconds ago. Would it been better if you... had died? No, no... you wanted to live. But... no longer having to worry about surviving every second of every day... it had a very pleasant ring to it...
As Jedda began to spray you with insurmountable amounts of water (the spray of a simple bathroom sink) you stood up, your clothes soaked, and wiped the layer of saliva off you, and then wiping your tears away. Standing under the faucet, you simply stared up towards the Bahamut, not saying a word. You were a little too terrified to say anything. Jedda's stomach grumbled again, and for a moment your knees felt weak, but she merely turned her head away from you, clearly resisting the temptation. But that didn't help ease your concerns.
After being properly cleaned, and placed back in your cage, you just slumped to the ground, your muscles aching from your adrenaline-fueled struggles to stay alive. Jedda shoots you a frown, despite you knowing how little she cared, and walked away, leaving you to lie there, and stare up at the cage's roof. You sigh. You just couldn't believe what had happened. And you were still alive to tell the tale! The thoughts of a death that could've been left your mind, as you got to your feet, if only to stretch. Groggily, you look over towards the cage door, and your jaw drops.
Jedda forgot to close the cage.
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