You're a small child in the depths of the woods under the weight of Yol's body, like so many before you. Not everyone ends up here the same way. Some are dragged out, flailing and struggling. Some are lured out, under the pretense of a "better home". Some venture into the woods in the dead of night of a dare, knowing full well children disappear there frequently. Some even, against all odds, enjoyed Yol's companionship from the start.

While their paths all differ, their destinations remain the same - one last prolonged glimpse down the throat of the predatory shadow as you remain powerless to escape or look away. One last reminder of your place on the food chain and your whole purpose for existing, before you are forced through it and into the depths of the stomach below, to liquify and become soft, malleable padding on their belly for all of their long, long existence. A fate that you will come to relish, strangely enough, as you blend in with all who came before you and become just a single voice in an ever growing chorus within, enjoying all the playful groping and smushing your new master gives you and wishing for ever more people to joing you to experience it.

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 rumblingmausoleum made this. He's a good friend. o3ob