Unwilling to take the risks of staying around such a giant creature, especially one you've just met, you start explaining yourself : "Thank you for saving me, but I'd rather stay on my own... sorry." Immediately, you can spot cold, pure disappointment in the Swampert's eyes, almost arousing pity in you. An awkward, frigid silence follows. You have insulted him. Receiving such a generous offer from a powerful creature like him should be a great honor; but you willingly chose to mistrust him, not even giving him a fair chance, even though he proved his good nature with saving you from death. For some painful moments, you two remain completely silent, thus your fear returns. How could you be stupid enough to insult a behemoth huge enough to crush you with no effort?
Wordlessly, his hand closes around you, this time firmer and gruffer than before, entirely clasping you in his grip. You press your hands against the fingers enclosing you in a desperate attempt to ease the pressure on your body. The Swampert looks at his closed fist pensively, noticing your struggles to free yourself and re-evaluating what to do with you. Frightened to death, you imagine the most horrible scenarios possible: You visualize the creature putting you back onto the peaty soil, only to lift his foot and violently stomp you into the dirt multiple times before letting you suffocate helplessly in the mud. Alternatively, he could just increase the pressure of his grip, slowly crushing you in this hand, only hearing your muffled, agonized death cries. All these pictures in your head cause you to start trembling with fear, and you give up trying to free yourself.
Suddenly, his hand moves either upwards or downwards; due to your confusion you're unable to tell the direction. However, the movement ceases soon, and finally, you hear the deep, now rather intimidating voice. "I know you're scared. You're shaking. Unfortunately, I can't let you go." Your blood runs cold at this point. You had no choice all along. "It's too dangerous out there for such a fragile creature, hence I... I need to put you somewhere... a place where you can't hurt yourself or escape. You'll probably hate me for this, but don't worry, you'll be safe." Before you can grasp what he wanted to imply, two of his fingers grab both of your feet. In a flash, he opens his fist, letting you hang upside town, only held by your legs. You're dangling right over his face! After screaming in shock, you're view is locked at the gigantic, huge face underneath you. He returns your look in a regretful, yet determined manner.
Without warning, his massive mouth gapes slowly, revealing the pink, wet insides. A cloud of hot air funnels towards you, as he draws out his big, fleshy tongue, exposing the threatening abyss that is his gullet. With a resounding "aaah..." you're lowered towards the tip of his tongue. Somehow, you can't avert your gaze. Some saliva drips down the his lower jaw and the uvula vibrates with every breath. The warm, humid breath in combination with your height and the sight of his gaping mouth coming closer induces a heavy vertigo. You're even unable to scream or struggle. Only your head touching the wet tongue knocks you back into reality; and you reflexively utter a scream of terror. Not reacting to your shouting, he lets your whole body drop onto the wet, slippery surface. Before he draws his tongue back inside, he waits some seconds, presumably to give you a chance to communicate with him one last time before swallowing you. This is your chance! Still feeling dizzy, you crawl a few inches forward, looking over the tongue's tip, then up into his face.
What will you do?
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