The Criminal Role-Play

'What a great answer', Jack's thoughts couldn't resist saying sarcastically. He swallowed hard at this position he was in and at the question. He SO did not want to answer that. That would be like telling the executioner his job while he has the exceuted. Well...that was the situation more accurately. Instead, Jack figured to try to get out of the grasp and pushed his hands against the finger pinning him. He grunted, "Not telling you unless you put me down."

Although that did seem like a lame exchange, it was the only thing Jack could think of currently.

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A slight smirk twisted one corner of his mouth for a second, A moment of interest flickering in his eyes again. "Your stutter is already gone..." he commented lowly, a small hum in his throat. He glanced down to the floor and then back to the struggling human, allowing the smirk to inch across his lips this time. He lowered him a few feet, then let him drop the last few to a mud and dirt covered denim-clad calf, smirking more as the human slid down to the side of his boot before finally stopping. There was a good three or feet between the top side of his boot to the ground.

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Jack never wanted to punch himself so hard in the freaking face than in that moment. Why did he tell him that he'd tell the giant his reason most likely for being there? Also, that mocking was slowly starting to dissolve the fear into anger. Then again...was he truly obligated to telling this man, Jack had to wonder. His eyes narrowed as he leapt to the ground and then staggered back. He figured it was some form of comfort to have as much distance as possible from him. He replied with a frown, but had to gain as much courage as possible to say, "The only other reason I'd be put in here is that they most likely think you're gonna kill me. You satisfied with that answer?"

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The smirk widened a bit at the answer, and he leaned forward after him, though didn't touch him. "And do you believe that?" he asked, sounding more intrigued as they continued to talk. His free hand rested on his sideways knee and the one under his chin moved and to drape over his upright knee by the elbow. Dark brown eyes watched the human with a slight glow, ominous mischief evident in them. "Do you believe I'm going to kill you...?" he repeated in a lower tone, more indicating that he might be consider the idea depending on the answer.

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Fear was creeping back into his mind as Jack thought furiously to find the right answer. No matter how he responded, he knew it wouldn't end well for him. Plus, the way this giant kept on situating himself made the human more nervous and annoyed each second. He was obviously trying to get under his skin, yet Jack didn't want to admit it was working or give in. He figured to reply with something to hopefully morally conflict the giant; "How about you tell me if you're willing to take the life of someone so much..." He hated saying the word. "...smaller than you that can't really fight back?"

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The smirk became a grin, sharp and toothy, revealing four enlarged top canines rather than the normal-sized two of humans. "Been there... Done that..." he replied in a low tone, eyes beginning to cast an eerie glow of amusement and dark interest. "Did you think I was locked up here just because of what I am...?" he taunted. "It's a prison, after all... You should know better."

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Those fangs and his words were not what Jack expected. The bit of courage he had fumbled out of his grasp as he moved close to the wall, planting his back against it. It felt cold to him through the sweat-dampened shirt, but that wasn't the reason why his knees wobbled a bit. Jack figured to try to still reason with him, yet his challenging mannerisms had already been thrown out the window. He gave a weak smile as he said, "B-but we're cellmates now, s-so shouldn't we try to be civil to each other?" 

'Dang, what a pansy line,' his mind grumbled. He added with trying to be a bit more friendly, "I mean, you could put your past behind you and not try anything on me, right?"

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The giant chuckled low, the sound echoing in the room. "You're right... I could try... But why should I? I'm not known for my 'civil' behavior, after all..." The arm on his thigh reached forward until his extended fingertips were about a yard away, not moving any closer. "What would you have me do, if I were to be 'civil', as you say...?"

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He tilted his head at the question. What was the game he was playing now, he wondered, yet figured to answer honestly, "Keep your distance, don't pick me up and try not to freak me out? I think that pretty much sums up being civil in this situation." Jack slid closer to a corner, hoping it would make things difficult if the giant advanced and tried to claim hold of him again.

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"You have quite the imagination." was his reply, reaching the rest of the way and hooking his finger on the chain again, yet this time not pulling away so much as keeping him from moving any closer to the corner--not that the corner was a problem, really, it just was more fun to keep the human stuck, while he was still able to move around to a degree. "I don't generally oblige other people's wishes in situations like this... Try again. What would you have me do?"

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He cringed at him so effortlessly gripping hold of his restraints. And that question made panic and anger conflict once again within. This was like back in the courtroom. The judge and jury were the giant and he was stuck as the chained human. The thought made him snarl bitterly at how minuscule he seemed on the scale of things, yet it would always end up with him being unfairly judged. Didn't life just suck! Jack try to pull away, snapping, "Leave me alone! That is all or else I'll..."

He couldn't think of what to say. He would've cried if he wasn't so angry. Stepping at the giant in a challenging manner, he shouted, "...or else I'll break your nasty, fingers off your ugly, fat hand, you freak! Don't piss me off!" He was too high in his fury to care if that made matters worse or better. He just wanted to be indignant for once in all of this.

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"Oh...? That's quite the threat from you... I can't imagine how you intend to act on it." he challenged right back in a smooth and unconcerned manner. As if in response to the human stepping forward, he shoved the back of his knuckle into him, using his fingertip to pull the chain until the man was taut against his knuckle. "My finger alone is a lot thicker than you... And far stronger. Tell me, do you have a name? So I know who broke my fingers when I'm hunting you down in the future... Providing you survive this encounter, that is."

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'Don't wimp out,' was repeated over and over again in his thoughts, but he truly wanted to ignore them. He swallowed hard as he tried to jerk away. None of his attempts were successful though, which was making him more like a panicked animal. He tried being vicious right back with his words, saying, "I do have a name, smart-aleck. And its Jack, but I don't care if your tiny brain can remember that." 

Suddenly, Jack made his strongest jerk away from him as he tried to get out of the shackles. It only made the metal cut into his wrists and bring more pain, yet he couldn't bring himself to just let this giant bully him. He just hoped it would bring some ache to the man at least.

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The giant snickered at his attempt, the calloused pad of his fingertip not registering any pain at all from the jerking motion. "Like Jack and the Beanstalk... How fitting..." he said with great amusement, curling his finger a little more to pull on Jack's arms. It wasn't enough to do damage, but it would still be incredibly uncomfortable. "And I think we both know how that story ends..."

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Jack yelped at him doing that motion. He snarled as he tried to set his feet firmly on the ground. His blue gaze narrowed on the giant as he let loose a growl in his tone, "In the version I remember, the big guy takes a dirt nap." 'Don't let fear claim you,' he pled with himself. Jack knew he had to stay mad with him or else he'd become a pitiful mess on the floor.

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"That's one version, yes... Though not the one I'm talking about. The one that ends with Jack as dinner... Not such a bad idea, really." Brown eyes glowed hungrily, the giant lifting him from the floor in such a way that he remained against his knuckle. He brought him level with his mouth, the human's back a foot away from his lips. "After all, I haven't had a meal in three days... And it's been longer since I had a live one..."

Threat delivered, he stuck out his tongue and gave Jack a long lick from bottom to top, purring softly.

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All color drained from his face at that. He had thought that maybe the giant would tear him to pieces or something like crushing him. In fact, he hadn't even really thought of the many ways he'd probably kill, but he knew that it would've been easier for a creature like him than someone his size. However, he was still wrapping his imagination around the idea of being eaten. He let out a frightened yelp at the lick and tried to jerk away, which only resulted in him clinging to the finger in front of him. He stammered like before, though he hated himself for doing so, "Y-you can't." 

He couldn't think of a way to reason with him, but he knew he had to or else everything would end there in that cell and specifically in the giant's mouth if he chewed him to pieces. Jack shivered at such a death. "P-please, put me down!"

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The purr was mixed with a heavy chuckle as the human clung to him for dear life. "Why can't I? You're the right size, I'm hungry, you'd be dying soon were you still back in your cell... Need I go on, Jack?" he grinned, giving him another lick, this time with a bit of pull as his tongue retracted. Purrs grew with the refreshed taste on his tongue. "Give me one good reason I shouldn't make a meal of you..."

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He cringed at the next taste and was frantic to make sure he had a firm, even if shaky, grip on the giant's finger. If it wasn't apparent thus far, Jack was horrible at explaining and reasoning with others. He just knew when something wasn't right or wasn't the truth. With teeth grit, he scrambled to come with a good reason. Or any reason for that matter. Jack breathed heavily the whole while, until he shouted dumbly, "Because it's wrong. It's that-...it's that simple! I'd rather die by the electric chair or who knows what else, than to be bitten to pieces."

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"Do I look like I care about 'wrong'?" the giant challenged a bit irritably. "And I don't particularly like the taste of blood. I like my meals live, not piece by piece." he grumped for a moment, then grinned again and licked Jack a third time, this time turning his head and fitting his mouth around the human's sides, teeth clamping lightly around him to pull him off carefully. He lessened the already minimal pressure and tipped his head back, tongue curling around Jack's middle and pulling him inside with a heavy chuckle...

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Jack tried to keep his grasp on the knuckle, but automatically he let go when the teeth started pressing in on him. He reached back at the canines in blind terror, while trying to push himself out. However, that idea went away when he pulled him within. Jack's arms flailed to grab hold of anything as his eyes squeezed shut. He had no idea what he could do except try one more time in reasoning, yelping, "I promise to try to get you food, but...but just don't eat me."

The keyword was "try" in all of that. He would try though nonetheless, yet that didn't matter currently. Jack only wanted to not die in such a way.

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The man ignored Jack's last attempt to bargain with him, closing his mouth save a sliver of an opening to allow a little light inside. He purred heavier with the human now fully in his mouth, the sound thick enough to cut with a knife as he pressed the chained man to his palate and created a small amount of suction around him between the roof of his mouth and his tongue. It persisted for a few moments before Jack was relieved of it and instead rolled around the giant's maw.

"I see no reason in letting you 'try' to find me something--or someone--else to fill my stomach when you'll do just as well." he replied, leaning back against the wall in the corner, head tipped back. He made sure that Jack didn't slide too far towards the back--yet.

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Jack was disgusted and scared to an extreme extent where he could hardly move his limbs even if he were able to do so as he was being sucked. The human just kept his eyes closed to keep the saliva hitting his face, as well as the rest of him, out of his eyes. He didn't realize he was holding his breath until the pressure around him decreased a bit. Letting out a heavy sigh, his chest rose up-down rapidly as he tried to calm down. Unfortunately, the giant's words and him slipping closer to the throat wasn't allowing to calm down any. Finally, his eyes opened and they opened wide to take in a sight Jack never thought he'd see so up-close. The inside of the mouth was dark a little bit, but some light slipped in to allow the wet innards to shine a bit. It would've seemed mesmerizingly awesome, but the throat's darkness and feeling just his feet slip in somewhat made it difficult to find this situation NOT terrifying. His knees shook as he clung to the slick muscle beneath him and shouted, "P-please!"

He bit his bottom lip at knowing any more words were futile to this man. There was no way out of this situation, yet Jack couldn't allow defeat to claim him so soon. He gripped tighter into the tongue since it was the only thing he could think of doing besides-. The human snarled and then kicked out into the back of the mouth as best as he could and with all of his strength. "Let me out!"

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The giant chuckled low at the pitiful attempt to make him release the human from his maw, but he push Jack up and forward a little so he wasn't nearly in his throat anymore. "Maybe, maybe not..." he taunted casually, pressing him to his palate and lightly grating against him with his tongue. It was these moments when he had his prey already in his mouth that he enjoyed the most, their meager efforts to get out or fight the movements, and their tries at bargaining with him for their life; these were his favorite moments in dealing with his prey.

There came a loud knock-like sound at the door of his cell, the giant pausing and looking down at the smaller door beside the larger one, giving Jack a break for the moment and lowering him to just rest atop his tongue while his teeth remained parted a sliver. A man in a very polished uniform stepped through the doorway, preceded and followed by a group of armed soldiers. The stranger glanced around before acknowledging the giant, seemingly looking for something. When his eyes finally turned up to the dark brown-eyed inmate he cleared his throat and spoke up, saying "I am looking for the inmate brought to your cell earlier, what have you done with him?"

Dark brown brows arched over unimpressed eyes of the same color, the giant slowly rolling Jack a little again as he lowered himself and leaned forward until he was hovering only a foot from the front-most soldier. "You mean this inmate?" he muttered and opened his mouth enough to let them see Jack before he curled his tongue back over him and closed his mouth most of the way again. "What business have you with my lunch?"

The soldiers all seemed visibly disturbed by what they were witnessing, but the man in the middle only narrowed his eyes in a barely-noticeable grimace of distaste. "His execution has been requested to be opened to certain members of the public. Thus, we have come to retrieve him for his original sentence."

"That so? Well then... You want him? You replace him." the giant coolly replied, pulling away and leaning back into the corner of the room again, not the least bit concerned as he pressed Jack to his palate once more and grated his tongue over him. Emotionless eyes picked out each of the soldiers as though he was suggesting one of them be the inmate's replacement.

This time the man was not bothered at all, and spoke up a third time. "Hand him over and I'll arrange you something--"

"I didn't ask you to buy me lunch." the giant cut him off. "I said you needed to replace him--as in, you find someone to take his place, not something..." A second time, his eyes grazed over the soldiers, but this time they ended on the man in the middle with a slight glow. "While you're here, why don't you take his place? Or one of your soldiers? It doesn't matter to me, really, just that lunch is human and kicking."

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Jack grit his teeth at his kick being nothing more than a nuisance, yet was happy to be away from the teeth. Even if it was to be tasted like a piece of candy. It was a relief also when he eased up on everything and spoke a bit to someone outside that sounded a bit familiar. When the mouth opened up a bit by the giant, the human was a mixture of happily hopeful at the sight of them but also being a bit creeped out by the middle man's face he gaze. How could he not be bothered by this, Jack's mind snarled. He went to climb forward, but that chance was quickly taken away and that darn booming voice of the big predator vibrated around him as he spoke and slurped at him occassionally. He even managed to hear a few words and could sense that this wasn't going to end well for either the giant or the men. However, in both cases; Jack swallowed hard at the thought; he'd end up dead. 

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The man in polished uniform balked at the suggestion that he or his men should volunteer for such a thing--and for a criminal, no less! "I am a high-ranking official and these men are upstanding citizens of the law! To even suggest such a thing of myself or them--!"

"Like I said: Doesn't matter to me. Human is human, governed or lawless, and that is all I have requested in exchange for this one inmate. As soldiers, isn't it supposed to be an honor to die to protect the citizens of their country? This is not any different, truthfully, since they would be sacrificing for the sake of you leaving with your man rather than none of you leaving at all."

The group tensed, the men raising their guns in warning at the relaxed giant who was still rolling Jack in his mouth. The man in uniform's confidence began to crack ever so slightly but he kept up a mask of being collected still. "What about another prisoner? Would that fit your requirement?"

The giant tilted his head to the side a moment as though in thought, eyes narrowing. "You really are a selfish man, aren't you." he stated aloud, the man in the middle becoming a little more enraged. "Yes, that would fit my given requirement--but what happens when you want that inmate back, too? It'll just create a pointless cycle and I'll never have my lunch, will I? No... I've changed my mind. Leave me a soldier or guard, and then I will return your falsely accused inmate."

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Jack paid attention to what was being said, but even more so by the man outside. It was then that it snapped in his mind where he heard the man before. It was at the trial and he was one of the men there that spoke with the prosecutor afterwards. More questions filled his mind, which allowed him to forget about the terror of being inside this giant's mouth. What bothered him even more so was how anxious this other human was in having him executed another way. Death was death, but the guy really wanted him dead. Jack started to lie limp as he thought back to the trial. So much evidence was piled on top of him of fingerprints and hair samples matching him to be the killer, but all he could say was that he didn't do it and that he was upstairs when he heard the gunshot. His friend had been talking with someone else as far as he was concerned since there was no forced entry. However, everyone readily blamed him only because he was the one in the house. How unfair and cruel.

But then, he was brought back to the present at the giant's last words in that sentence. "Falsely accused inmate", he mouthed quietly in shock. So...he believed him even without being at the trial. It sort of made him feel so much better at those words, but then again...this man was planning on eating him if they didn't give him one of the guards. Well, Jack figured that at least someone believed he wasn't a murderer, so he could die with some dignity...he hoped. He shivered a bit and clung to the tongue once more as he imagined the process of just dying like this.

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"YOU--!!! You dare ask for more innocents?!" the man shouted, too furious to keep up his mask any longer.

"Was I not already offered one innocent?" the giant countered. "It makes sense that an innocent replace an innocent, does it not?"

"That man is a murderer!!!"

"I know a murderer when I meet one. He is not. Make me your offer or leave without."

"I have had enough of you! Men--"

"--Foolish human." Before the order to fire could be given a massive wall like glass appeared between them and him, the giant not even moving from his relaxed position. The man gawked, taken completely by surprise, but was about to give the order anyway when another wall appeared--this time around the group, surrounding them like a perfect glass dome. 

"What is this?!" he demanded, rushing forward and pushing against the barrier to ensure it was indeed real.

"A science you could never understand." the giant replied, extending his leg until the sole of his muddied combat boot pushed the dome backwards into the door, making it a bit smaller and seeming to stress its resistance. The men inside were so lost as to how to react, fear truly setting in. Even the man in uniform was beginning to really feel helpless under the circumstances. "Make your offer."

"A-a guard! You can have a guard!"

"You're just being selfish. You freely offer a guard--someone you have never known and will probably never meet face-to-face--because you know enough about these men with you that you would feel dirty giving them up for an inmate. And yet, that's not even the whole problem. Even if you had the integrity to offer yourself to save your men and the guards--which you obviously don't--you wouldn't meet the requirements anyway, having too much blood on your own hands to be even remotely called 'innocent'. If all men were such filth as you--"

"I'LL DO IT!" came the sudden shout of one of the soldiers in the back, shaking but still holding his ground. All attention turned to him and he shuddered under the pointed and hungry gaze of the giant. "I-I'll take his place!" he shouted again, setting down his weapon and stepping forward amid the group. He was young, likely in his late twenties or early thirties, and his voice was wrought with fear despite his attempts to show bravery. A sharp and chilling smirk spread across the giant's face.

"Is that so...?" he asked the soldier with a slight purr in his voice. It unnerved the men even more but he nodded that he would. The giant's tongue then created a sharp incline towards the back and Jack began to slide quickly into the behemoth's throat, a heavy swallow suddenly dragging him down inside the man's chest and soon into his stomach. The group gaped at what he'd just done, but his eyes were still on the lone soldier. "And... even now? There's still time to retrieve him, you know. Are you up to the task?" he purred heavily, a dark amusement in his voice.

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He sort of wished that he could see what was going on out there and what the science was. It made him wonder how in the world this massive creature was able to be caught and unable to break out of prison. Jack also couldn't figure out the point of this exchange that the giant was wanting. Would nothing please him, he asked inwardly, until he heard that random soldier out there. His chest tightened but he didn't know it was because he'd be most likely spared or that someone else would have to face this horrible fate of being food. The human remained still as he wondered if he'd be able to live what little bit of his life he had yet knowing an innocent man took his place in there. However, all concerns of any sort for the soldier went away when the tongue moved him up and then back too quickly. Jack could only manage a curt shout before being dragged by the overpowering muscles in the giant's throat into the esophagus. His knees and elbows jabbed out blindly in his wild panic, but what made it worse that he felt as though he'd be unable to breath any second. Jack hoped for the death of suffocation, yet that wasn't blessed on him when he felt the tight pressure decrease. 

Slipping into the larger chamber that was filled with so much sticky liquid, Jack gladly took in a deep breath...even if the air was far from pleasant. He coughed as he gave a shove at the slick flesh around him that moved with him a bit. Jack tried to look around, but there was hardly any light slipping through to the giant's stomach, yet the noises of the organs around him and the movements were enough to make him scared to the point he could hardly move. His teeth grit as the tears finally came even just a little to the corners of his eyes as he slumped against the "wall". The only thing he could find peace from in this situation was that someone didn't find him a murderer. Even if it was his soon-to-be killer that thought so.

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There was a heavy silence in the air for a moment, a smug look on the giant's face as the group steadily grew more and more afraid. The one soldier was shaking much harder now, obviously wanting so badly to say no... But he swallowed the lump in his throat and stepped forward against the glass-like barrier with a hesitant nod, and quickly fell through it to the floor on the other side.

"What?! He's out?!" the man in uniform shouted, pushing his way forward to lean into the wall and try to imitate the action, but it did not let him through. "How is that possible?! You, soldier, how did you do that?!"

"I did it." the giant corrected him, and then reached forward to retrieve the freed soldier. The young man backed up in fear, pressing himself against the dome again in an effort to reverse the action and get back in. The wall remained solid, and he soon found himself lifted by two fingers pinching his sides and pulling up and back towards the giant, squirming in terror. In the dome, the rest of the soldiers had backed to the opposite side when the hand came near, watching their youngest member being taken up by the behemoth with no chance for escape.

"Are you afraid?" the giant asked him when he was eye level and only a yard from his face. The soldier shuddered.

"I-I don't want t-to die." he told him, his squirms decreasing out of fear of the impending doom and also likely a small amount of resignation.

"But you are still willing to go after him?" This time the soldier could only give a nod, his eyes shut and body tensed. "What is your name?"

"M-Marcus..."

"Very well, then, Marcus. You are a man of integrity, and you have my respect." A moment after that he opened his mouth and set the soldier on his tongue, drawing him in and teeth clicking softly shut behind him. The giant rolled him a bit to slick him for the trip down, all the while his eyes set on the group with an eerie glow of amusement and a smirk, and tipped his head back to swallow down the squirming man.

Marcus was already terrified when all light was cut from the inside of the giant's maw, followed by an unsettling motion of the muscle beneath him pushing him around and coating him with saliva. He couldn't stop from trying to fight it, survival instinct really setting in, and then before he knew it he was being dragged downwards my strong muscles until he landed in a much darker and foul-smelling chamber with a small splash. The soldier quickly righted himself and moved to the side, feeling for a wall.

"H-hello???" he called, hoping the inmate could still respond. It hadn't been more than ten minutes since the giant had... 'sent down' the other man, but he didn't know how quickly... digestion... would take place for the giant, considering her obviously wasn't human no matter how you looked at it. So he continued to blindly feel around the wall and slip a few sometimes as the giant slightly shifted, calling out for an answer from the inmate. "C-can you hear me? I-I've come to get you out! He--he said there was still time to get you out..."

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Jack felt his own stomach churn nauseously when he heard at least the giant as he spoke, but not anyone outside. He knew that most likely the soldier from earlier was going to save him...even if it were for public execution. At the moment, he didn't want to die in there. However, his thoughts were busy at work when the other human came dropping in and started talking. If this guy took his place, he'd die. Also, how in the world were they going to get out of there, he wondered. Most likely the giant was messing around with them all along and just wanted two instead of one for a meal. Jack finally answered but with heavy breathing, "I can hear ya, but why did you do this?"

He moved closer and felt the man's sleeved arm, to which he gripped it and snarled, "You're saving a man that's going to die anyway within the next few days?!" Jack's shoulders slouched though as he muttered mournfully, "I..." He gulped down his courage to make sure it wouldn't go away before he let go of the soldier and then gave a few shoves at the stomach. It was a nasty feeling along his hands, but he ignored that as he shouted, "Hey! Can you hear me?! Don't let this guy die for me! It's stupid to let him die!" Jack knew what that meant, but he couldn't allow this to happen to someone that was even braver than him.

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"W-whoa, hey! Calm down!" the soldier yelped, trying to steady himself from falling over from the inmate's sudden burst of energy. He didn't understand, didn't this man want to get out? He didn't have the heart to tell him, however, that his execution had been moved up to tomorrow morning, per someone's influential request. Marcus groped blindly for the inmate's shoulders and once he found them he gripped tight to the grimy and soaked prisoner's uniform. "Please, stop! He probably can't hear you anyway!"

As if in answer to Jack's shouts, the stomach wall pressed in significantly and there was a heavy hum around them. "Understood." came the giant's reply. Everything shifted forward one moment, then leveled again. Sounds of gunshots could be heard even through the thick muscle wall of the man's body and Marcus and Jack were made aware of a large amount of motion from the giant. This lasted for only a moment or two, and then eerily still silence...

"What just happened...?" Marcus asked softly, as though afraid to end the quiet. He reached to grip Jack's shoulder to know he wasn't alone.

"Sit tight, you two, I'm taking a detour." the giant spoke up around them, his voice relaxed with a small hint of a smile--not a smirk, not a grin, not anything malicious; just a smile. "Ahhh, that prison cell was too small, I haven't stretched my legs for a while. It's nice to be walking again."

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Jack glanced over to Marcus as if he could see him and tried to make sense of everything that just happened. He mumbled, "I think...he just got us out of that prison and I hope that doesn't mean he intends on taking us to his home or someplace with others of his ki-. Hey, wait a second." Jack's shoulders slouched forward as he grumbled his thoughts out loud, "Giants...being swallowed alive...I've got to be dreaming. Yep. I'm still in bed and most likely I'll wake up without Kevin dead and everything will be alright." But then an even more morbid idea came to him. "Or I could be in the prison still and have just gone mad. Wouldn't shock me." He touched the soldier beside him and then said with a wincing smile, "Uh...but it doesn't change that this is horrifyingly real to me though."

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Marcus shuddered at the idea of finding himself someplace with more creatures like this man, but then he remembered that he probably wouldn't even see it. After all, the giant had tricked him into being eaten, and now no one could help them... At the inmate's sudden decision that he was going insane, Marcus sighed, wishing that he was going insane... "That's because it is real... And we're going to die in here. Dang it, why did I believe him?! He tricked me! He never intended to let you go, not from the start! And now we'll both die like this!"

"Don't start calling me a liar, just because you don't understand." the giant spoke up, pressing a hand to his stomach and pushing in slightly. "No, it didn't go as you thought, but I never specified when I would do anything, now did I? Relax. You won't have to worry about it for much longer."

"What does that mean, 'for much longer'?!" The man didn't reply, simply removing his hand from pressing into his stomach and continuing his walk. Marcus growled at first, but then sighed, slumping down against the wall. "Whatever, it's not like we have any choice..."

A few minutes later the giant stepped onto hardwood flooring, walking into his house and straight for his bathroom. It had been three days, after all, since he last showered so he wasn't going to wait any longer--the two humans could stand to be tucked away for another twenty minutes. Eagerly stripping on his way, by the time he reached his shower he simply turned on the water and stepped in, not caring if it was hot or cold at this point. It just felt nice to finally get the dirt and mud--and blood--off him.

The man sighed contentedly and ran his fingers through his grimy hair. Inside, the two humans could faintly hear the shower running and could definitely hear the giant's relaxed hums of appreciation. After twenty or so minutes rolled by he stepped out, dried off, and slipped on a fresh pair of jeans. He rummaged through a cabinet a moment and hissed out a foreign swear. "I'll have to ask Amou for some, I don't feel like going to the store." he muttered. His two guests would simply have to wait a little longer.

Searching for a new shirt, the dark brown haired giant laced up his clean spare combat boots and left the house again, walking a path he knew well to knock on the door of another house he'd come to know as a peaceful place. The door opened to a younger and shorter giant with light brown har and hazel eyes. A smile spread across the younger's face, then was replaced by a frown.

"Tiron, you're covered in cuts." the shorter said, sighing. "I don't see you for a week and you show up at my door like this?"

"Sorry, Amou, I've been a bit tied up..." the taller replied with a weak smile and rubbed his neck. Of anyone, he hated lying to Amou...

"Alright. So to what do I owe the pleasure of this rare sighting?"

"I seem to have run out of some First Aid kit supplies, and I would run to the store..." He glanced down at his middle, to which Amou's eyes followed knowingly, the implied 'but...' easy for the other giant to catch.

"Just take the whole kit, Tiron, you always seem to need it more than I do." Amou scoffed teasingly. Once the kit was retrieved, he sent the older man back home.

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Jack remained quiet the whole while with a frown and glancing over occasionally at the soldier. It wasn't until during the shower was he able to actually relax and just accept the situation. It was tiring to be scared for so long. He slumped back into the organ's walls to find that the place wasn't that terrible. Smelt bad and was a place he'd most likely die, but it was warm and a whole lot softer than what the prison offered as a bed. He released Marcus's sleeve that had assured him that he was sane and actually experiencing this in a way. Jack could hear faintly the dialogue going on outside, but seemed not to care any longer if it was from someone around the same size as the giant. His eyes shut and he let out one more sigh. If he didn't wake up from this sleep, he didn't care. It was better than being awake when it came time for...the part where Marcus and he didn't have to "worry for much longer". Without saying a word to the human beside him since he had no idea what to say, he fell asleep.

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The feeling of the grip on his sleeve lessening, the soldier became alert again. "H-hey, y-you okay...?" he asked, terrified that they might be running out of time. "H-hey? H-hello?" When he received no reply the soldier quickly tried to get to his feet, slipping in the slickness and flailing helplessly in the dark. "N-no! I-I don't want to d-die!" he shouted.

Tiron's attention quickly diverted to his occupants, a hand over his stomach pressing in. "Calm yourself, Marcus, no one is dying right now." he reassured, taking a seat on his bed with various items set out before him from the First Aid kit he'd borrowed. He looked to the bowl of warm water on the nightstand beside him and muttered a few foreign words in his native tongue, Marcus and Jack appearing in his hand against his middle without any prior warning. The soldier shielded his eyes from the sudden amount of light, breathing in fresh air and then slowly opening them again to look around at the giant bedroom. And then he was dropped into warm water, sputtering as he resurfaced.

"What just happened?!" Marcus demanded before shrinking back from seeing the giant looming so close over him and so imposing again. He swam to the opposite side of the bowl and clung to the wall, trying to pretend his shudder was due to the cold and not from intimidation anew.

"Jack... Wake up." Tiron muttered, rolling the sleeping inmate in his hand carefully to rouse him. "I don't want you drowning in the water if I drop you in still sleeping."

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Jack sneered at the motion and slowly opened his eyes. Wincing at the light, he looked up to see the giant's familiar and slightly unwelcomed face. His eyes got bigger and he sat up in the hand to look around. He clutched hold of his saliva dampened shirt as his heart beat furiously. He was out of the stomach, thankfully, but he wasn't entirely out of harm's way. "Wh-where am I? What happened to the sold-?" He looked at the bowl and sighed, "Oh, thank God. You didn't kill him. B-but..." He looked up uneasily at Tiron's face, asking, "...why? I'm happy y-you did, but...yeah, you're a giant man-eater after all." He couldn't think of a more tactful way to say it.

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Tiron chuckled softly at the inmate's reaction as he slid him off into the bowl of water and wiped his hand on his jeans. Now that he was cleaned up and without a shirt, it was much easier to see just how muscular her was. The giant was obviously no stranger to harsh lessons and back-breaking labor, his body looking worn and abused by years of struggles of all kinds, covered in various scars all along his torso and A few scars down his arms. Even his hands looked more torn up and scarred than before now that they weren't hidden by dirt stains. But despite them all, he looked stronger for it, and not just because the scars made him look tougher--he looked like someone who had overcome a lot of obstacles in his lifetime and came out of them as the victor, though obviously not unscathed...

"Why would I kill two innocent humans so passively when I take lives for a living? There's just nothing good about that kind of murder, even for me. I'm already bloodied beyond recognition, obviously, yet using such a method as that always makes me feel dirty in a new way, you know?" A grin spread across his face and loomed more directly over them, eyes glowing dangerously with amusement. "No, if I were to kill either of you, it wouldn't be in here." and he placed a hand over where his stomach was to further cement the concept before sitting upright again and relaxing his demeanor once more... "Hurry up and finish cleaning off. I want some real lunch."