As you feel the ground fall away beneath you your gaze falls across the screen your daughter is watching, and you find that the timing of shows is most oddly appropriate. The program on at that moment just happened to be an old cartoon from the US, one of the old Bugs Bunny's and one you recognize. They'd just gotten to the scene where the rabbit is underwater, and the dog cashing him has him trapped in a rabbit sandwich. The dog is about to take what he thinks is a big bite from the bunny, though in reality Bugs had pulled himself out of harms way before the dog even got near the sandwich.
You look over to find that Hannah has timed her own bite quite perfectly and just as the dog takes a huge chomp out of his sandwich, she takes a bite out of her's. One that, unfortunately, includes you. You feel the pressure increase around you for a moment, before slacking off again, and looking out you can see nothing but darkness, with occasional flashes of light off the tendrils of saliva that are forming in response to your presence.
It hits you then that you're really inside your daughter's mouth, about to be part of her snack while watching the telly waiting for her friend. Such an end doesn't seem fitting of a man of your standing and you're determined to rally against it. Pulling the last of your strength you roll as the tongue pushes the sandwich between those white rocks, and fall right onto its slimy surface. The slippery saliva causes you to slip and slide for a moment, and then suddenly the tongue cups and you are swished from side to side.
"MMM," says your daughter in a voice that comes from all around you. You realize that she's tasting you, and apparently you taste good. You would much rather taste rancid or something, so that she spit you out. Instead you are apparently very much to her tastes as she slips you around her tongue, getting the fullest of your flavor. You can't believe your own daughter is going to kill you, by simply enjoying her meal.
With a last slide you find yourself uncomfortably situated on top of some sharp objects, with more of them descending to crush you. You don't have time to think or make any kind f conscious decision. Instead you act completely on instinct. With a sharp cry you kick out, catching you foot on one of Hannah's molars and pushing yourself off the teeth. Only when you take a moment to think do you realize that you just pushed yourself right into Hannah's throat.
You strike a soft wall that ripples under you a second later, and then feel a suction as you are pulled down with an audible GULP! Again there is no time to think, and you splay your arms and legs wide, hoping to catch something again, and with a cry of surprise you find you have, and suddenly your rapid descent comes to a hold. Hannah can't swallow you any farther as long as you hold yourself out like this.
Unfortunately your muscular prison of flesh begins to vibrate rapidly now, and you can feel it undulate under your hands. With a sickening feeling in your own stomach you realize that Hannah is choking on you, and with no one around she might not get you up, and she would die, choking on her father. You were faced with a horrible decision now. Let go, and slid down into your daughter's stomach, or stay where you are and let her die.
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