Flip the Coin [BL]-Chapter 197. Oral HEX (spell on you)

Choking on spit, blood, and saliva that was not mine, I slid down the tongue, the gigantic flesh slide.

I forced my eyes open, forcing myself to see inside the second pharynx. But that was easier said than done.

My body was turned upside down, slammed against the wall of the throat, as I continued to be flipped to the left and right, up and down in a pool of saliva.

There was no time to think as Henry’s military knife materialized in my hand.

I waited for the voice, trying to hold my breath, trying not to choke, trying to make out where up and down were.

NOW, TO THE RIGHT!

I slammed the knife in my hand into the flesh wall on my right, not knowing exactly what I struck.

My fall slowed down as my knife embedded in the wall, slicing through the giant’s throat until I landed on something.

The spit passed by, and I wiped the saliva away along with the fresh blood that trickled out from my slice before taking a deep breath.

"Haaaaaahh!" Breathing out with a groan, I continued to breathe erratically.

With shaking hands, I put my former white shirt over my head and ripped it. I bound my thigh without looking at the state of my leg.

Don’t think; no thinking. It doesn’t matter if it is there or if it is gone; IT DOESN’T MATTER!

Looking around, I found myself on a platform with a big hole in it. Like a ring, it gave me enough space to sit; it was gray and withered.

I had seen that inside Baldie—the vocal cords, I think.

I looked at the coin, and the Hangman on it was in for a surprise.

If I weren’t past the ’mind break’-point, I would have apologized for being angry at my amazing ability that had never turned against me, which had always been on my side.

The picture showed not myself hanging.

IT WAS THE GIANT.

The arms of the hangman were turned up, leading my way, but not only that. There was a red point in the middle of its head—my goal. There was a pulsing point on the little line of its neck—my current location.

I laughed, cried, and choked before I vomited acid and then put the military knife away before I conjured it up again.

I forced myself to rise without even trying to move the leg that I couldn’t feel at all.

DON’T THINK.

Concentrating on the coin in my mind, I rammed it into the giant’s throat—into the flesh wall. I conjured a second one, pulled my body up, and then rammed the second knife into the flesh wall. Then I put the first knife away and conjured it up again.

Stabbing, pulling, putting away, conjuring up, stabbing, pulling.

I watched the pulsing point, telling myself, lying to myself, that I was seeing it move; it had to be like this. I had to be moving fast because there was not a bit of strength left in me. Even if this little drawing was already that tiny, there must be progress.

Stabbing, pulling.

I groaned loudly.

Putting away, conjuring up.

The wall was not straight; instead, it was tilted. My body was fully in the air, and if I fell, maybe I would miss the vocal cords—maybe I would be swallowed deeper—maybe...

STOP!

There was only stabbing and pulling, only putting away and conjuring up, only the red point that pulsed, showing me that I was still there, STILL ALIVE, STILL IN THE MIDDLE OF A FIGHT.

No time to hesitate, no time to stop.

The extended tongue behind me moved, and spit was swallowed by the giant. I held my breath and prayed that the knives would hold me in place.

The thick saliva passed me, and besides sliding down a little bit, with the knives again slicing the walls, I was alright. Still alive.

STILL ALIVE and on my way UP.

Finally, after what felt like hours, after my arms had become even more numb than before, after I only mechanically repeated the motions I needed to survive, to fight, and to eventually kill, I really saw that I had progressed without even the need to look down because I saw with horror that behind me were the teeth and the wiggling tongue, the place through which I had entered this hell.

I sped up my movements, climbing farther up, not wanting to think about the teeth—not able to. The pulsing point was now above the Hangman’s smiling mouth.

The walls around me came closer until, when I looked up, I could see that there was a platform made of flesh.

Seeing that there was a place to rest, I noticed that my hands acted faster, with more aggression, while the ’wind’ around me moved stronger, the air that came in through the giant’s nose.

When I saw that the flesh platform was under me, having come this far, my strength gave out and I fell, hitting the platform.

"AAAAAHHHHHHH!"

I made it, I fucking made it.

I should be on top of the nose, from what I know; I should be near the brain.

The wind around me was strong, but not enough to blow me away, so I could... I could finally?

Yes. I could finally black out.

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The wind around me, the eye that watches me, the red pupil that stares at me, my leg ripped off, the magpie singing directions in my ear, the bottom jaw that moved up, and then I am out.

Back in my world, in a hospital, I blink and see Henry, along with my grandma. What is she holding? It is another of my grandpa’s bones, and she even brought some flesh with her.

I have the flesh in my hand; it is a cut-out vocal cord, and stuffed through it, there is a long tongue. The walls bleed, and Henry, my grandma, Baggy Jeans, Red-Hair, Chelsea, Anti-Guy, Glasses Guy — everyone around me has pinprick-big red pupils, their tongues stuck out to the max.

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FUCK!

I startled awake, and a seizure hit me as I saw the flesh around me, the flesh above me, and the flesh beneath me, on which I was lying.

My vision was false. My future self was wrong. It had not only been the prison I was locked into, not only some laboratory in the future, or the one from before, and not some center I knew nothing about.

There was another cage.

It was this prison of flesh.

Air, there is no air for me to breathe; I will suffocate inside a nose; I can’t even...

I won’t get out of here, never again, never again, forever in the flesh cage until I die.

I slapped myself hard before screaming more animalistic than ever before.

I can’t do this; I can’t, it’s just too much.

I conjured up Henry and pulled his knees to me so he would come down on me. He fell on my body as I moved out from underneath him and crawled on top before biting the left side of his neck with full force.

I tasted blood, and I sucked it greedily before I slammed my mouth against his, kissing, breathing, giving him his blood back—

I don’t even know what I am doing anymore.

I think I really broke inside this cage of flesh.

I gripped his chest, let my hands wander over his body, the blood all over us, as I slid my tongue against his, playing with the piece of flesh that had pushed me around not long ago like some toy in a sick attempt to process what had happened inside the giant’s mouth, though Henry was unmoving and not at all responsive or enthusiastic like the last time we had kissed.

I let go of him and ripped his clothes apart before I sucked on his chest, then biting him hard, drinking his blood.

Do you really not know what you are doing?

You try to adapt to the world of the strong, Kenny.

You were devoured, so now you are devouring someone else.

You are becoming stronger. Not only your body, but also your ability, and you will continue to grow stronger.

Now devour. Devour and take what you want. Do everything that keeps you sane.

Devouring or being devoured?

Which side are you on?

From FALLING to being SWALLOWED, now it is I who....

DEVOURS.