You'd been sailing on a ship that was supposed to be the pinnacle of safety. "Easy money," your friend had said, patting you on the back. "Just a few shipments, and you'll be back on your feet."
That conversation plays back in your head as you cling to what's left of the ship. How ironic. If your friend were there, you'd be laughing in their face, only, you watched them being reduced to nothing but a bulge sliding down some sea monster's throat.
Sooner or later, that same thing would happen to you.
Turns out, it'll be happening sooner rather than later. There's a soft singing that reaches your ears, and soon, a creature is lifting itself out of the water beside you. You can recognize its elegant form immediately; it's a siren, creatures that have a reputation for dragging sailors to their watery deaths. Looking around, though, you're basically already doomed. Your ship has sunk, and nearly all of your crewmates are now submerged by the ocean somewhere, digesting in something's belly. You could've been one of the unlucky ones that drowned. You could've been one of the ones torn to shreds by schools of hungry fish.
But no. You're here, having a siren singing to you. Your mind is slowly turning into putty from their singing, but if anything, you don't mind. If anything, it makes things less unpleasant for you.
The siren reaches out, combing their clawed fingers through your hair. The gesture is almost sweet, in a way. You know this creature is about to devour you, but they're being gentle with you, at least. They're even whispering to you, speaking to you.
"Poor thing, your ship sank," the siren says. "I can make you comfortable~"
You're not stupid. You know what it means when it says "I can make you comfortable".
But, fuck, you've been out floating on the water for hours now. The siren's touch feels like drops of crystal water, sliding down your skin. Their singing grows louder, and soon, it's enveloping your senses. You're only dimly aware as the siren leans in and opens their jaws wide.
Before they start, they delicately comb your hair out of your face. Then, they're cupping your face, pressing delicate kisses to your skin... and then, they're taking you in, sliding your head onto their tongue. The inside of their mouth is much cooler, and their tongue swirling over your skin feels like salvation.
Soon, they're making the first swallow. The pressure of their throat muscles, squeezing your body, feels like it's wringing every drop of salt water out of your body. You feel like everything awful is being squeezed out of your body. With each swallow, you're pushed further and further into their body, and as you slip further down, everything starts to feel cooler. The blinding, searing rays of sunlight now just feel like a distant memory.
Soon enough, you're fully seated in the siren's stomach. There's dim light from the sun, but it's quickly snuffed out by the siren diving back into the water. Even with a mind stuck in sludge, you can envision how you must look; nothing more than an adorable bulge on the siren's belly now.
You know you're never going to see the light of day again. Maybe when the siren's song wears off, you WILL care. Maybe then, you'll regret how compliant you were, and you'll struggle heavily in their gut, fighting back against heavy stomach walls. Maybe you'll strain against the siren's stomach, even while knowing that they're resting at the bottom of the sea.
Right now, though? Their song dances through your mind. Everything feels good. Their stomach is a clear, crystalline oasis in the face of the blaring sun. The deep gurgles and groans starting to sound from their stomach is just the choir, singing about your arrival.
You'll be here for a long time. You can only hope that the siren's song lasts long enough to keep it painless.
