>>58980840MY NAME ISNT SHAUN AND NEVER WAS SHAUN YOU WORTHLESS PAKISTAN NIGGER
MY NAME STARTS WITH D AND DOENST RHYME WITH SHAUN
STOP.LYING HASBARA ABOUT ME
The esophageal sphincter snapped shut behind her with a final, wet gasp. The sudden silence was broken only by the gurgle of fluids and Diantha’s choked, shuddering sobs. She was curled opposite Cynthia, their bodies forced into intimate contact by the relentless, squeezing walls.
“C… Cynthia?” Diantha’s voice was a tiny, broken thing, slurred by fluid and shock.
“Diantha… I’m here,” Cynthia rasped, her own voice unrecognizable, raw from acid and screams. “I’m so… so sorry.”
The Kalosian champion whimpered, her body trembling violently against Cynthia’s. The stomach churned, kneading them together. Cynthia could feel the details of Diantha’s form through their dissolving clothes: the soft curve of her breasts crushed against Cynthia’s own, the slender line of her back, the firm muscles of her legs tangled with Cynthia’s. Diantha’s fashionable jacket and shorts were already melting, the synthetic blends dissolving faster than Cynthia’s natural fabrics. The acrid smell of melting polyester mixed with the floral perfume.
“It’s so dark,” Diantha whispered, her voice rising in panic. “It’s so hot! My skin… it’s burning! What is this?!”
“Acid,” Cynthia breathed, the word a death sentence. “We’re… we’re being digested.”
Diantha’s trembling intensified into a full-bodied seizure of denial. “No! No, that’s not— We can’t be! We’re Champions! Someone will— Gardevoir will feel my distress! She’ll—!”
“The jammer,” Cynthia repeated dully, the hopelessness in her voice dousing Diantha’s frantic hope. “Nothing gets in or out. We’re alone.”
