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Mr. Resetti groaned and opened his eyes.  His head felt funny.  He remembered talking to the villager about how much they were resetting, and then--

“Ooo, looks like you’re awake.  Perfect.”

He turned his head to see the villager standing to his right, leaning against the wall.  “Hello there, Mr. Resetti,” they said, grinning and walking up to him.  “Hope you slept well.”

“What did you do to me?!” snapped the mole.  He tried to stand up from the chair he was sitting in--but bonds around him prevented him from doing so.  Looking down, he saw that he was currently tied up.  “What is this?!”

“Well, you see, you were starting to get on my nerves,” the villager said.  “Always trying to control how I play the game--I’m getting sick of it.  And so, I’m going to dispose of you.”

“WHAT?!” Mr. Resetti screamed.  He thrashed and struggled in the chair, trying hard to escape.  “You can’t do this!”

“Oh, but I can,” the villager replied, licking their lips.  “Bye, Mr. Resetti.”

The mole turned away and winced, thinking that the villager was going to hit his head, kill him somehow.  But nothing happened.  He turned back--and saw a horrifying sight.

The villager’s mouth was open wide, bigger than he reasonably thought was possible.  He could see inside their maw for christsake--their teeth and tongue were dripping with drool.  Wait . . . were they drooling over /him/?!  Was he going to be. . .?!

Before he could say anything, beg not to be eaten, the villager leaned forward, and put his head inside of their mouth.  Just like that, the feeding bega.

“HEY!” Mr. Resetti screamed, trying not to show he was scared.  He tried to pull his head out of the villager’s maw, but they simply sealed their lips around his neck, trapping him inside.

The mouth sprang to life, and a tongue attacked his face, licking and sucking at his head and covering it with spit.  By the time the organ was done, he was drenched and coughing, and the villager laughed.  “How does it feel to be food?” they teased.

“LET ME OUT!” was the response from Mr. Resetti.

“You want out of my mouth?  Ok.  I’ll send you down then.”

“No, WAIT--!”

/Gulp!/  Mr. Resetti’s head was sucked into the esophagus, which clamped around his head like a suction, refusing to release him.  He tried to pull his head out, but the grip was tight--he wasn’t leaving anytime soon.  Crap. . .

Outside, he felt the bonds around him loosen--he was free!  But before he could put up a proper fight, the villager swallowed more and more of him, quickly sucking him down the throat.  Before he knew it, he reached his destination.

Mr. Resetti’s head popped into a new space, one that /wasn’t/ clamped around his face, and at first, he sighed with relief.  But then he heard the growling around him . . . saw the red walls dripping with fluid . . . and his heart sank.

“HELP!” the mole screeched.  “I’M IN THEIR STOMACH!  PLEASE, SOMEBODY HELP ME!”

The villager laughed and gulped down more of Mr. Resetti, sending him deeper into the belly.  “Nobody can help you now, food,” they said triumphantly.  “Now settle down and relax like a good meal.”

And so the mole was forced into the villager’s gut, even as he thrashed and struggled as best he could.  By the time all of him was gulped down, he was curled up in the living space, which grumbled and growled with glee at the new meal.

The villager patted their now-distended stomach and licked their lips.  “Mmm--you were tasty,” they said, laughing.  “Such a delicious little morsel.”

“LET ME OUT!” Mr. Resetti screamed, still struggling.  But inside, he was starting to panic. . .

What would happen to him now?