The darkness was suffocating, the rhythmic thumping of Yuna’s heart echoing in my ears as I was pulled further down her throat. The walls around me pulsed and squeezed, pushing me deeper into the narrow, slippery passage. Panic gripped me as I realized what was happening—I was being swallowed whole, but I wasn’t dead. Not yet.
I had to do something. My mind raced as I struggled against the tight, wet confines of her throat. The slick walls pressed in from all sides, making it almost impossible to move, but I wasn’t about to give up. With all the strength I could muster, I started to wriggle and kick, fighting against the powerful muscles that were dragging me down.
It was a hopeless battle, but then—something gave. I felt a slight shift, a pause in the relentless pull downward. Maybe it was my struggles, or maybe it was Yuna herself reacting to the sensation of me moving inside her throat. Either way, I wasn’t about to waste the opportunity.
I kicked harder, pushing against the walls with my hands and feet, trying to wedge myself into a position where I could resist the pull of gravity. It wasn’t easy—the slickness of the walls made it difficult to get any traction, and I could feel the muscles around me tightening, trying to force me down. But I kept at it, desperate to survive.
After what felt like an eternity, I managed to twist my body just enough to gain some leverage. I braced myself against the tight walls and began to inch my way back up, fighting against the powerful contractions that were trying to drag me deeper.
It was slow, agonizing work, but bit by bit, I made progress. The air was stifling, and every breath was a struggle, but I could feel myself moving upward. The pressure around me intensified as Yuna’s body tried to force me down, but I gritted my teeth and kept pushing.
Finally, after what felt like hours, I reached a point where the walls were no longer squeezing me down but rather pushing me back up. I could feel the muscles contracting beneath me, almost like they were trying to expel me. I took the chance and pushed with all my might, using the last of my strength to fight my way back up her throat.
And then, with a sudden rush, I was pushed up and out. I tumbled out of Yuna’s mouth, landing on the carpet in a wet, sticky heap. I gasped for air, my lungs burning as I tried to take in deep breaths. The room spun around me, and for a moment, I just lay there, too exhausted to move.
Yuna’s massive face loomed above me, her eyes wide with shock. She stared down at me, her mouth slightly open, as if she couldn’t believe what had just happened.
"You… you survived?" she whispered, her voice trembling.
I looked up at her, still panting, my body aching from the ordeal. "I… I did," I managed to gasp out.
Yuna backed away, her ears flattening against her head. "I’m so sorry," she said, her voice filled with guilt and regret. "I didn’t mean to… I don’t know what came over me."
I struggled to sit up, my tiny body trembling. "You nearly killed me," I said, my voice weak but filled with resolve. "But I’m not dead yet."
She lowered her head, her eyes filled with remorse. "Please, let me make it up to you," she pleaded. "I can fix this. I’ll do anything to help you."