>>58902982Why couldn't absol predict cynthia's demise?
The jaws closed with a soft, definitive click.
Darkness. Absolute, pressurized, humid darkness.
The sounds were monstrously intimate. The thunderous lub-DUB of Seviper’s heart, the gurgling rush of fluids nearby, the low, contented purr that vibrated through everything. Cynthia was curled into a tight fetal position, her knees pressed to her chest, her arms locked behind her. Every inch of her was in contact with the pulsating, squeezing inner flesh of the snake. She was not just held; she was fitted.
Tears, hot and hopeless, welled in her eyes, mixing with the saliva and mucus already streaking her face. She tried to plead, but it came out as a pathetic, bubbly whimper. “P-please… let me out… I’ll do anything…”
Outside, Aldith’s voice was muffled but clear. “Oh, listen to that! The mighty champion, begging from inside a stomach. It’s almost poetic.” There was a shift in pressure on Cynthia’s left side. A hand, from outside, pressed firmly against the scaled belly, roughly palming the bulge that contained Cynthia’s chest. “Hello in there! Comfortable? Don’t get too settled. The real agony hasn’t even started.”
The humiliation was a fire in Cynthia’s chest, rivaling her terror. She was being groped through the stomach wall of a Pokémon. Her mind reeled. Dawn. My protégé. What will she think? What will become of her? And my Pokémon… Garchomp, Spiritomb, Lucario… Team Plasma will take them. Experiment on them. Or worse. All my strength… all my battles… it meant nothing. I failed. I failed everyone.
“She’ll last a week, you know,” Aldith continued conversationally, her hand still rubbing the obscene bulge. “A full week of constant, burning agony as the acids break her down. Slowly. So slowly. She’ll feel her skin blister, her muscles liquefy. She’ll be conscious for most of it. Screaming, I imagine. Not that anyone will hear.”
