The Swap Meet: Underground - Part Two

Frantically wiggling I try to slosh myself up and out of the sides of the cup, the fight or flight response wracking my mind cover coming any rational thought of what I would do next.

However, before I can make any sort of progress I feel my world quickly lurch once more. Lacking any of the care or practice of the masked figure, I am suddenly heaved up as a warm breath rips down and into the cup. My view is quickly filled with a horrifying view, a wide and gaping maw that parts as it hungrily awaits for me to fall inside.

I scramble as best I can to hold on, my whole oozing body straining to cling to the smooth plastic. However, with only a slight shake I find myself hurtling down before my vision is swamped by darkness of the massive lips seal around me.

I frantically try to grip to anything, to the long slimy and trashing tongue or the broad and immense feeling teeth. However, it only takes a tilt of the head and one long hard swallow to send me cascading down further as I feel myself narrow out before losing consciousness once again.

The Swap Meet: Underground - Part One

Slowly walking down the winding and poorly lit steps, my hand clutching the heavily used and tarnished bronze handrail to my left for support, I try to keep the clean cut young man ahead of me in sight. Heavily worn red carpet clings to each step, the decades of disrepair leaving the wooden boards beneath visible in footprint shaped patches to the left and right of the narrow stairwell.

The air is filled with the heady scent of perfumes and incense, an overwhelming musk of bright artificial floral blending with deeper warmer aromas in an effort to cover something up. Still, as we wander down the steps something begins to sting my nostrils and burn at the back of my eyes.

I take a stumbling step as I inhale deeply, my nose quickly filling with something viscous as my ears begin to ring.

The young redheaded man, noticing my staggering, pauses before reaching back to take my arm. His pale icy blue eyes catch the flickering light of the candles lining the walls, a smirk spreading across his lips as he too begins to wobble a bit.

"Just a bit further..." he coughs, snorting loudly as he tries to force back the building gunk in his sinuses. "... Not going to turn tail now are you?" he chuckles, his broad shoulders bending back in a stretch as his chest strains against the skin tight black shirt he had practically painted onto himself.