"No! No wait, please! Oh god, somebody help me!"<br/><br/>James feels what is now his world tilt and the tongue underneath him rubs underneath his body as he slides back. He screams in terror, looking at the front row of teeth and outside world more distant by the second.  Gornas' massive throat looming closer and closer.  He struggles and scrambles to climb up, but his hands just sink into soft, slippery tongue.<br/><br/>James' heart pounds in his chest. His screams are hoarse with desperation. It gets hotter and hotter. Darker and darker. Gornas' tongue slopes steeper as James reaches the back.  James manages to stop his slide as his legs hang over the edge of Gornas' throat. He looks over his shoulder, down the dark chasm of the slimy, steaming throat and his breath is stolen.  His fear is so intense he could explode. It's more powerful than anything he's ever felt before, like he's drowning in an ocean of it.<br/><br/>Tears streaming down his face he lets out one last desperate beg in an attempt to change Gornas' mind, "wait! Please don't eat me! Please, I'm begging you!"