Crask felt the throat tight around his torso, the muscles of the neck pulling on his entire body. Crask began to twist, and kick in desperation, and feeling his panic grow larger and larger as he was pulled closer to the stomach of the dragoness. For a moment, the swallowing ceased and Crask tried to force his way back up again, making maybe an inch before he was pulled suddenly downwards again with a massive force. "Help..." Crask yelped, weakly. He stopped his struggles and, whimpering, waited for himself to be forced into the stomach.