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Is cynthia's death canon
Sevvy,” Aldith commanded, her voice shifting back to that cooing, instructional tone. “Slowly. Savor her. She’s a delicate flavor. A Kalosian vintage.”
The scream that followed was pure, undiluted terror. It was a sound Cynthia had never heard from her friend—the elegant, controlled Diantha, shrieking like a animal caught in a trap. It was cut off abruptly, replaced by wet, muffled struggling sounds.
Cynthia couldn’t see, but she could feel it. A new, massive weight entering the serpent’s gullet. The powerful peristaltic muscles, right next to her own confined space, rippling with fresh effort. The Seviper’s whole body tensed with the effort of swallowing another whole human. The stomach around Cynthia compressed further, squeezing a weak groan from her.
Aldith’s running commentary was a soundtrack of horror. “That’s it… headfirst… good. Oh, look at her kick! Those long legs… they’ll be the last to go, just like Cynthia’s feet were. Such a show! If this was the region’s champion, imagine the feast we’ll have with the rest! The gym leaders, the rising stars… I’ve already lured that airhead Skyla and that nostalgic Misty into a trap. They’ll be following you both down Sevvy’s throat before the week is out.”
Skyla… Misty… The names registered like tombstones in Cynthia’s mind. They’re all doomed. We all are.
The swallowing seemed to take an eternity. Cynthia was forced to listen to every wet slide, every gulp, every choked, desperate sound from her friend. She could feel the progression of the bulge through the serpent’s length, a new, squirming mass moving down the tube parallel to her own prison. The Seviper’s purr was a deep, gluttonous thunder of pleasure.
