You start to talk immediately. Fuck WLF protocol, they've never been shrunk before! You didn't want to find out what cruel torture methods a now giant Ellie had planned so you start to spill your guts. You tell her about the assassination attempt, Joel killing your dad, the WLF, and the end of the Fireflies. As you start to run out of things to say, you notice Ellie's expression change. She looks... Bored? Finally, you stop yapping a wait for your ruling. Ellie yawns and says "Fuck, you really didn't hesitate at all. Am I that scary? Look, you just talked my ear off about something of no consequence anymore so no I gotta figure out what to do with you. Hmm, let's let the crime fit the punishment". Pulling out the gun, Ellie shrinks you further, you're now just under a centimeter tall. From a desk drawer, Ellie pulls out a small, thin rubber band and holds you up to her face. Her cavernous mouth gapes open in front of you, it smells strongly of morning breath and the tongue inside looks extra excited to see you. "Wait! Please don't eat me!" You scream as the fingers drop you onto the squishy surface of Ellie's tongue. Before you can get up, the rubber band loops over the tongue, and snaps into your body, pinning you somewhat tightly against the tongue. You're able to move freely beneath it, but the band acts more as a handlebar for you so you don't go flying down her throat.

"Have fun in there!" The volume of Ellie's voice is deafening. Now stuck to her giant, slimy tongue, you're forced to endure the wretched environment of the human mouth. You rub your face into the wet taste buds beneath you hoping it can taste you but the tongue gives no reaction. Instead, the muscle moves around the mouth, flinging you against hard teeth, the roof of the mouth, or under an ocean of saliva. The worst was when Ellie talked, not only the damaging volume but the movement of the tongue made you very sick.

Such was your life for weeks. By the first day you had gone completely deaf, your skin had turned a raw pinkish color from the enzymes in Ellie's saliva, and what little food you had to eat had to be scavenged while Ellie was chewing. Sometimes Ellie would burp, blowing foul air straight up your nose, and other times she would intentionally smash you against her tongue in a twisted little make-out session. Tonight was by far the worst so far, Ellie had Dina over for a movie night, and in between shoveling popcorn into her mouth and drinking sips of beer, they would pause to kiss. Dina's tongue would enter your domain and smother you beneath its weight as it explored Ellie's equally passionate tongue. If you weren't drowning in their collective spit, you were ruthlessly compressed between their colossal tongues and plush lips. By the time it was over, Ellie had passed out drunk on the couch, her mouth open and loudly snoring. With the tongue dormant, you rose to your feet and stared into the dark abyss of her throat. You couldn't stand the torture any longer and rather than escaping out onto her face, you decide instead to fling yourself into the chasm below. The journey was slow, as you painfully slid down Ellie's throat and into her stomach. You plop onto a generous pile of half-digested popcorn pieces floating in a lake of beer and stomach acid. The smell was atrocious but you didn't have to endure it for long. The acid quickly ate away at your already raw skin and just when the pain was unbearable, the world went dark and the pain ended...