>>40976802
Saw this one coming too.
This one won't be as long but I'll try to get the point across just the same.
You're walking through a cave. To say the cave is dark wouldn't do the cave justice. It is beyond dark, there is no life, no light, and no warmth. You walk on, shivering, sharp rocks raking the soles of your feet until they're left bloody and raw. You keep moving despite the pain, there's an unspeakable horror following behind you, simply waiting for you to miss a step. Waiting for you to fall or rest or even look at it so it can lunge at you. It won't tear your throat out though. No, this creature isn't quite that kind.
What it will do is consume you. You'll be pulled into this being of pure terror. you'll hear screams in its stomach; they're your screams, but that's not really relevant. It's even darker in it's stomach that it was in the cave, sharper too. Spikes jut out from the walls here, blistering your entire lower half, acid promptly seeps into those. You don't even feel it at this point. The pain is nothing new, you've been through it before; you know the creature will simply spit you up again so that you can resume your walk. You're hungry, of course, thirsty too. You know you'll never eat or drink again, at least not while you're in this cave. Yet you also know that the starvation and dehydration won't be enough to kill you, after all, it's already been months since you've had anything to eat or drink. You would've died long ago if it mattered.
This continues until one day the beast spits you up and you find a rock on the ground. You're all bones by this point, you've barely any skin left to speak of, and your prolonged "fasting" has left you with single strands of muscle. Yet you manage to pick up the rock. You think that if you muster the last bits of your ever-fading strength you might be able to slam the rock into your skull. Maybe, just maybe, you can do it hard enough to spill your brains onto the floor. You get up. cont