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“Let me go! You fiend! Cynthia! CYNTHIA!”
I’m here! Cynthia screamed in her mind, her body convulsing weakly in the acidic bath. I’m here, Diantha! I’m so sorry!
“She can’t help you,” Aldith taunted. “She’s just food now. And you will be too. But first, I think a little reunion is in order. Sevvy, my love… be a dear and regurgitate our first course. Just enough for them to say goodbye.”
What? Cynthia’s pain-fogged mind couldn’t process it. Then, a violent, reverse peristalsis gripped her. The stomach walls, which had been steadily pulling her deeper, now convulsed in the opposite direction. She was being lifted, dragged back up the tight, slimy esophagus. It was a fresh agony, a brutal violation. The acidic burn was now accompanied by the scrape of rough, ridged flesh moving against her raw skin.
Her world spun. The darkness began to lighten to a deep, bloody red. Pressure built in her ears. With a final, wet, wrenching heave, she was expelled.
Cool air hit her like a physical blow. She collapsed onto hard, damp stone, gasping and retching, her body convulsing. She was a horrifying sight. Her skin, once pale and flawless, was now a mass of angry red chemical burns and slime. Her long silver hair was matted with digestive fluids. She was naked, save for the heirloom necklace still fused to her burning skin. She blinked, her silver eyes struggling to focus in the dim light of a seaside cavern.
Before her, held in the crushing embrace of the Seviper’s upper coils, was Diantha. The Kalosian champion was still in her elegant traveling clothes—a cream-colored trench coat and tailored trousers. Her striking blue eyes were wide with a horror that mirrored Cynthia’s own. One of her boots was missing, a stockinged foot dangling.
“C-Cynthia…?” Diantha whispered, the word a breath of pure despair.
I’m here! Cynthia screamed in her mind, her body convulsing weakly in the acidic bath. I’m here, Diantha! I’m so sorry!
“She can’t help you,” Aldith taunted. “She’s just food now. And you will be too. But first, I think a little reunion is in order. Sevvy, my love… be a dear and regurgitate our first course. Just enough for them to say goodbye.”
What? Cynthia’s pain-fogged mind couldn’t process it. Then, a violent, reverse peristalsis gripped her. The stomach walls, which had been steadily pulling her deeper, now convulsed in the opposite direction. She was being lifted, dragged back up the tight, slimy esophagus. It was a fresh agony, a brutal violation. The acidic burn was now accompanied by the scrape of rough, ridged flesh moving against her raw skin.
Her world spun. The darkness began to lighten to a deep, bloody red. Pressure built in her ears. With a final, wet, wrenching heave, she was expelled.
Cool air hit her like a physical blow. She collapsed onto hard, damp stone, gasping and retching, her body convulsing. She was a horrifying sight. Her skin, once pale and flawless, was now a mass of angry red chemical burns and slime. Her long silver hair was matted with digestive fluids. She was naked, save for the heirloom necklace still fused to her burning skin. She blinked, her silver eyes struggling to focus in the dim light of a seaside cavern.
Before her, held in the crushing embrace of the Seviper’s upper coils, was Diantha. The Kalosian champion was still in her elegant traveling clothes—a cream-colored trench coat and tailored trousers. Her striking blue eyes were wide with a horror that mirrored Cynthia’s own. One of her boots was missing, a stockinged foot dangling.
“C-Cynthia…?” Diantha whispered, the word a breath of pure despair.
