The Anaconda had caught him sleeping alone out in the bush. When he had awakened it had already had its coils tightly around his chest and legs. Whatever fear that had been madly exploding within upon the instant of awakening had subsided with what had let like the bursting of his rib cage and the collapse of all the organs within. The sinews of bone connected pure muscle power ever active after the initial horror. Now something worse was occurring. Four major prongs, two above and two below had impaled his shoulders while the blackness of a gigantic crushing grip had forced his head into a wet saliva ridden channel. He was being swallowed head first. His mind was caught in some slow motion fantasy wondering if this was simply an incredibly demented dream so true to life that he was incapable of waking from it. The function of his brain slowly descending to a strange sense of suppressed calm by virtue of a feeling of all the blood in his system being squeezed downward like a toothpaste tube towards his feet. His consciousness demoted to a twilight realm where he figured that death sat patiently upon the prow of its brace under a stormy sky waiting patiently for the agent of natural chaos to fill up all the seats. Was his own soul now an eternal captive within the universe of this fiendish thing that had caught him unawares. What further torments awaited him as he began to feel the outside of his head shoulders stinging from the internal digestive juices as the peristalsis of the creature’s ring of teeth and rhythmically contracted musculature gripped and pulled his enraptured corpus deeper within. He imagined the absurd sight of the head of the beast distended into an absurd all inclusive gaping smile gasping around the main bulk of his body seemingly choking it. The routine task of its life being the worst imaginable fear accomplished in his own. Was he now to disappear as a sentient entity as he slowly was engulfed and digested he wondered? His own torso was engaged in struggling on its own outside of this control. It was odd he thought how he had never fully reconciled it as something completely synonymous and under his full control in what was now the brevity of his existence. The sensation of a growing dissipation accompanied by a dizzying vertigo was detaching him from being the source of that sensation. The stinging had turned to burning as the local acid of the creatures insides was forcing itself into his eye sockets and ear channels. The white hot headache of human flesh being softened into a mushy solution preeminent beyond his own sense of rapidly diminishing contact and control of his corporal self. “This is it!“, some tiny vaguely familiar voice screamed in impotent anger swirling in an unaccustomed eddy somewhere deep within. He was being pulled down into the oblivion of a universal undertow. His mind at last subsumed within the coverlet of eternal darkness.