No amount of catlike grace would allow Akira to escape the mound of rice he had been buried alive in - all he could do was scream as the fork pushed him through Ann's parted lips and into the dark furnace of her beef-encrusted mouth.
A turbulent maelstrom hit Akira the moment the payload of rice touched down on Ann's tongue, as it flipped and contorted the rice towards her cheek to begin chewing. It was only by sheer luck that the force knocked Akira away from the deathtrap, and amidst the flashes of light peeking through Ann's mouth as she chewed with her mouth open - a bad habit of hers - he could see the rice being crushed flat into a sticky mush by the sheer power of Ann's well-tempered teeth. Years of crunching down on hard candies meant that Akira didn't stand a chance if he was caught between the 'white pearly gates' surrounding him.
Frantically, the shrunken boy pushed and shoved against the layers of saliva and half-destroyed pieces of rice littering the floor of Ann's mouth, trying to make his way to the light at the end of the tunnel and back to the cool freedom outside. However, Ann's overeager eating endangered him once more as her tongue reeled like a maddened sea creature, smashing into Akira and flattening him beneath its warm met mass. Akira punched and kicked as violently as he could, but all he could accomplish at his size was possibly stimulating Ann's tastebuds and making the situation even worse.
The tongue peaked upwards, sending Akira with it. He floated in freefall for a brief moment, and as he was blinded by the globules of spit that had coated his glasses, the only senses he could rely on was the sound of Ann's amplified breathing echoing from behind him and the smell of warm beef lingering in this death chamber he had been deposited within. The weightless ended as Akira faceplanted into the tongue.
Groaning from the exhaustion of this demented ride he had found himself within, Akira summoned one last surge of energy to his aching legs, pushed himself back to his feet, and seeing an opening as Ann had nearly finished chewing the rice, he launched himself forward, making one final leap for freedom to avert himself from a grisly beef-scented death...
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