Derek didn’t seem to care at his dads protests. Sure he was under age, but it was just one glass of champagne. It’s not like he was driving anywhere.
“It’ll be fine,” he laughed, tilting the glass forwards towards his mouth. The alcoholic liquid drained into his mouth, along with his shrunken mother.
The tiny woman screamed in horror as she tried desperately to paddle against the current, but it was useless. She was pulled into the dark cave that was her own sons mouth.
Closing his eyes, Derek swallowed the champagne, feeling a slight burn from the alcohol in the back of his throat.
“What?” he asked his dad, who had a terrified look on his face.
Steve didn’t say anything. He didn’t know what to say. Derek just set the champagne flute down on the night stand and walked out of the room.
Debbie was panicking beyond belief. Derek had swallowed her. She was now descending down his esophagus towards her stomach. She was crying, begging for a way out of this.
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