Moka tried his best, lead the bog leech on for 5 miles before he simply couldn't take another step without resting just a moment. His eyes fluttered after resting his head back on the mossy ground, not even realizing he had closed his eyes until he woke to feel his ankles bound together and a good three feet deep inside the grip of the leech's gullet. The hidden muscles worked as a team, rolling and pulling down what part of Moka they possessed already before relaxing and surging further up before he could possibly wiggle back, gripping higher and slowly undulating back again, agonizingly slow in contrast with how quickly the leech surged forward at the end of each pull. The monster was taunting Moka with its silence, only slick slurping sounds emitting from his snail paced feasting mingling with the bun's panting breaths and strained grunting. His hands a single misjudged push away from plunging inside to be trapped at his sides inside the flexing throat eager to devour him squirming and alive.

I DON"T KNOW MAYBE HE"LL BE OK?

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