"Keep breathing. Just keep breathing," Jon whispered as he struggled to keep his head above the fishy bile that threatened to drown him. Disoriented by the dark, he expected to be sinking in salt water, not trying to float in an undulating river of digestive juices. He knew he deserved every terrible thing that was happening to him. But he thought he was doomed to die, not find a pocket of air in the middle of the ocean. "Keep breathing." Drowning seemed easy compared to the unknown process of being slowly digested. What a disgusting way to meet his Maker.
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Jonah in the belly....of whom?
I didn’t want it to end--Intriguing!! 🫣