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Cynthia, the Champion of Sinnoh, had been its first victim, her cries muffled as its jaws clamped down with terrifying speed. Despite her strength and composure, the serpent’s crushing coils overwhelmed her, dragging her into its maw before she could release a single Pokémon. Now, her faint silhouette pressed against the Seviper’s bulging form as the predator hung above, motionless and satisfied.
Dawn hadn’t stood a chance. By the time she realized the danger, the Ekans had already struck, coiling its body tightly and dragging her downward. She thrashed in vain, her cries lost to the predator’s suffocating grip. Now, fully enveloped within its pulsing stomach, she could feel the relentless pressure squeezing around her, the slick interior sealing her in. Her breath came in ragged gasps as she pushed weakly against the flesh walls, her struggles visible to the world outside. The serpent’s muscles rippled methodically, each contraction pulling her deeper into its digestive embrace.
Unaware of the horror unfolding, May stood in the clearing just beyond the bushes. The faint sounds of rustling leaves barely registered as she glanced around, ice cream cone in hand. “Dawn? Cynthia? Where are you?” she called, her voice light and unconcerned. She scanned the trees but saw nothing unusual, the Seviper’s dark scales blending seamlessly with the shadowy branches above.
