The thick girth of Alistair's meat was being siphoned into the guttural abyss of a mouth.
Jagged, razor-sharp teeth, stretched wide from ear to ear, creating an unnerving, nightmarish visage. Bathed in a sickly green glow, this grotesque maw exuded a vile stench of decay. It also pulsated with dark energy, as tendrils snaked around its edges, adding an eerie, supernatural aura. It was a terrifying sight.
Alistair honestly wished he had not allowed himself to be taken. 'What even came over me back then, in the dark abyss? I really shouldn't have allowed myself to be captured.' His mind was filled with regret, despite the pleasure he had encountered since coming.
