You removed your belt.
The snake strafed around you patiently. If you can jump off the nearby small cliff behind you, then you might have a chance. Below the cliff was some water that looked deep enough to jump in feet first without too many consequences. You just need to buy time enough to get the snake away from it so you can have a direct line to run.
You remove your cap from your head, the Arbok is directly in front of you now! Before you could turn away and run, something happened. The Arbok opened it's mouth and dived at you. You were caught unaware, it seems the snake either forgot about the shoes or merely didn't care.
Your head was smothered against its squishy mouth. The Arbok wrapped around you again, but didn't squeeze the life out of you. Instead it held you still as it began to slurp and pull you into its body. Your screams and calls for help were muffled behind a wall of flesh. Every moment your body inch in deeper and deeper into your predator.
Your head was no longer in the mouth, instead it's deep in the throat. The tiny teeth made to hold prey were poking into your back and stomach. Any attempt at struggling caused the Pokémon to bite into your back until you stopped. You were shoved and squeezed through the warm, gooey tube of a creature. Its body crushed you gently. Your clothes became sticky due to the salivation of the mouth and the wet throat. The deeper you were pulled in, the less it became warm and instead became hot.
By the time your rump was inside the predator, the heat became almost unbearable. You wondered what a sight you'd make; just a pair of legs sticking and kicking in the air from the mouth of a snake swallowing and engulfing them down quickly. Soon, even they were gone, leaving you to slither faster down the gullet until you reached a point where it was less constrictive. Its stomach.
It was still tight, but you were able to squirm about if you tried heard enough. It felt like someone zipped you up in a small sleepy bag, except this one is all wet and trying to digest you. The stomach was sticky and reeked of old meat. You tried pressing against the walls, for all your troubles worth it only contracted and nearly squeezed the air out of you. The Arbok slithered away content with its meal, and you were able to feel the large rocks and twists and turns it made.
It was like this for some time; minutes maybe even an hour. Any pleas you made were ignored. You were hoping maybe you'd lose consciousness soon. Then at one moment, when you pushed hard against the end of the stomach to help you sit up, a hole opened and your hand went through. "No! Please let me out!"
Still nothing. This is it. Your vision all but left you as you traveled deeper in the creature, well as your consciousness, and in just a few hours, your body will also be gone.
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