His body struck the creature's throat with bone-cracking force, wedging halfway through the pulsing hole.
Agony rippled through him, his ribs screaming while a crushing pressure squeezed him from both sides, like he'd been stuffed inside some hellish trash compactor.
As his dazed mind clawed back to consciousness, Finn began to register where he was—unfortunately. His lower half was jammed inside the creature's throat, kicking uselessly in its hot, slimy interior, while his upper body dangled helplessly out in the open.
Clutching his hat in blind panic, he flailed and writhed, the wet squelches making the whole scene ten times worse.
"HOW does this keep happening?!" he howled, smacking a fist against the slick, scaled flesh. "First I'm fighting for my life, now I'm halfway swallowed like some damn hotdog!"
It was warm. Squishy. Horrifyingly alive.
