No! I'm going to be eaten! I speed up my pace and want to rush out of here. The road ahead is endless. More and more fleshy tentacles are tumbling, like flying dragons, all heading towards me from all directions.
It rushed forward and blocked every possible escape route, trapping me in a cage of flesh and blood.
Even the half-digested corpses on the wall were like being electrocuted, with large masses of flesh and blood attached to the wall trailing behind them. Then, with their broken bodies, they moved tremblingly step by step in my direction.
I struggled to escape like crazy, but in the face of this overwhelming force, there was no room for resistance at all. It was like a small flying insect being swallowed into the belly. No matter where it went, it couldn't escape.
In a desperate situation like the stomach.
Sticky, wet tentacles wrapped around my body and dragged me into the wall of the room. After feeling the contact of a foreign object, the fleshy wall began to roll and surge, layer after layer.
The muscles pushed me inward, as if I was stuck in quicksand. No matter how hard I struggled, I would only sink deeper and deeper.
The field of vision in front of me became smaller and smaller, and gradually the surrounding area was completely dark, leaving only a small gap of light. I felt that I was squeezed by the sarcoma on the walls on both sides and was almost out of breath. The smell of blood and the flying blood foam continued.
It rushed towards my mouth and nose, and my lungs felt like old bellows, which made me cough non-stop.
I am afraid that before I am digested, I will be choked to death first. I remember someone said that among most common suicide methods, drowning is the most painful one, because of the oppression and suffocation before death.
The feeling, coupled with the fact that he will not die immediately, and the repeated stimulation from the lungs will make it difficult to fall into coma quickly. Instead, he will be tortured slowly until the oxygen in his body is exhausted and his consciousness is completely lost before he can be relieved.
But the person I want to say this must have never been here, being submerged in pieces of flesh and blood. This is a more disgusting and painful feeling than being drowned in water. It seems to arouse the deep feeling in human genes about being invaded by more powerful creatures.
Extreme fear of predators.
The moment before the last light in the gap in front of me was about to disappear, I don't know if it was the illusion of a revolving lantern or something, but I actually saw Wan Lin's chic and graceful figure suddenly flashing past my eyes, with an extremely worried and anxious look on her face, and her hands twitching
Forming seals, it seems as if there are words in the mouth.
"Wanlin, Wanlin... is that you?" I was floating in the sea of greasy and rough flesh, and couldn't exert any strength. Suddenly I felt that my whole body was full of strength, as if I was returning to the light, and I struggled to pull it out.
He opened the rotten meat on both sides and shouted loudly.
Even though I have realized that this is probably an illusion I made up in my mind before I died to numb my pain, I still willingly regard it as the last straw and give it my best shot.
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"You idiot, why did you really come here?" Wanlin in the fantasy, tears oozed from the corners of her eyes, and she said complainingly, then she wiped her tears with her hands, grabbed me, and used force on her hands, and suddenly
Pulled me out.
I felt the pressure around my body lighten up, and the pieces of flesh that had been squeezing me before disappeared inexplicably, and they didn't even stretch out their tentacles to pull back the food that was in my mouth.
Because I was pulled hard by Wan Lin, I lost my balance and leaned forward towards Wan Lin, almost throwing her to the ground. She didn't avoid it, she directly caught me with both hands and held me tightly.
Hug her tightly, her eyes seem to be full of reluctance and attachment.
Is my imagination too rich? I feel that the hallucination in front of me is too real. Although my consciousness is very blurry, I always feel that the scene in front of me and the feelings on my body are extremely real and have no sense of illusion. I find myself
It seemed that the package of sex had really broken out, and a spontaneous refreshing feeling covered the whole body.
Especially Wanlin's every smile, every word and every action in front of her was as vivid as a real person. Even in countless dreams in the past, I had never seen her so real and lifelike.
Wait, isn't this all an illusion? It's real! Is it really Wanlin who came in to save me?
I asked excitedly: "Are you really Wan Lin? Are you Wan Lin herself? Tell me, these are not hallucinations..." Probably because of my excessive mood swings and the previous injuries on my body,
Before he could take a breath, his vision went dark and he fainted.
When I woke up again, I found that the hellish prison room next to me had disappeared and was replaced by a very ordinary cell.
The ground was covered with hay, and under me was a beautifully woven blanket, painted with gold and red. Especially the surrounding gold threads seemed to be made of real soft gold. The threads were warm and moist, of extremely high quality, and the price was high.
It must be very high and look very magnificent.
I stood up and looked around. The surrounding railings were hollowed out directly from the jagged stone pillars. It could be said to be a natural prison. Even the prison door was nowhere to be found, and I didn’t know it was hidden.
In any visual blind spot, there is still a way to open these stone pillars.
Why am I here? Didn't I almost be swallowed alive before? I felt a headache due to the lack of oxygen before. I patted the headache on the side of my head. Then I became more awake and remembered the last scene I saw.
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Was Wanlin real or fake at that time?
If it is true, why did she suddenly know that I was in danger and accurately find my whereabouts, but after taking me out, why did she throw me in the cell again?
If it is false, then how did I escape from there and then fall here? Neither of these two explanations seems to allow me to fully understand the current situation, and I can't help but have an illusion. Did it happen from there?
What happened after entering the corridor in the first place was all an illusion that didn't really exist?
I looked at the gorgeous brocade blanket under me, and suddenly I felt happy. I felt that Wanlin's story was most likely true.
After all, I am locked up in a cell now. Under normal circumstances, it would be impossible to prepare such an expensive and exquisite blanket for a prisoner, right? I can only understand that Wanlin probably took special care of it.
After some speculation, I think this is what happened. I was probably really rescued by her before, but she couldn't send me out in public. Although I left the prison,
He was still in the house, but he was still arrested by the evil witch cult and put in a cell.