Agent One (Helluva Boss) Lol
So yeah. Yet another trade. I apologize in advance for the poetic prose in the second half. I wrote the second half right after reading part of a book written in poetic prose.
“I know I’m innocent. I know I’m innocent. I know I’m innocent!” you continuously repeat to yourself as you sit waiting in the small, enclosed, bright, white-walled interrogation room, not daring to make a single peep or twitch as Agent One, the detective handling your case, ruffled through paperwork for a second. “I just hope he’ll be able to find that out!”
Though you knew that Agent One was a professional, your constant, quivering anxiety about the situation at hand prevented you from being able to assess your current circumstances rationally, leaving you rather mentally helpless as Agent One took a small sip of water from a plastic bottle, at last readying himself for the questioning. He leans forward in his chair, that which was also the closest chair to the door, and maintains eye contact with you as he speaks.
Agent One informs you that the room is being recorded and reads out your rights. You aren’t able to do anything but nod and go: “Okay” whenever he addresses you. Once you began going over the facts and details of the case, you made sure to answer each question thoroughly, so that Agent One would have the chance to discern your innocence from your responses.
“So.” Agent One states with a slight nod. “I know you’re going through a lot right now, [Y/N], but I just want you to understand that if you cooperate with me here, we will get to the bottom of this with no further problems..”
“Yes, yes, I know. I know.” you start to stammer in response. “I’ve been trying my best to do that, I really have. I just…” you find your voice trailing off after that last word, leaving you unable to finish the sentence. “I know I didn’t do it. That I know for a fact. And…I know that it may be hard for you to believe me, but I know…I do know that once I get a lawyer, that fact is going to become as clear to everyone as it is to me right now!”
Agent One continues maintaining eye contact for a while, before eventually breaking the silence with a slight deep breath. “[Y/N], I didn’t want it to come to this. But if you’re not going to cooperate with me…” he begins to state while reaching into his pocket. “Then sometimes, it becomes necessary to use force.”
Silently pulling some sort of ray device out of his pocket, Agent One quickly aims at you and pulls the trigger before you even had the chance to make a break for the exit. Now, with your tiny form having been lowered to the floor by the force of gravity, Agent One swiftly swoops down to snatch you up before you were able to recover.
“Wha-” you immediately began stuttering out. “This- this is police brutality! This is- I- I’m-” before you had the chance to finish your sentence, Agent One increased his current vice grip on you even further, squeezing all the air out of you and rendering you unable to speak for the moment.
“So what if it is? It’s not as if this organization really cares.”
And with that having been said, Agent One begins to bring you close to his face before at last unveiling his maw before you, his tongue extending slightly in order to get a preemptive sample of your taste. Licking slowly and sensually over your top half, (the only half that was currently accessible, as you were still locked in his grasp), Agent One begins to grin maliciously before retracting his tongue back into his maw.
“My my you taste amazing! Sort of like…” Agent One brings his tongue back out to grace his tongue with your taste again before finishing his sentence. “Sort of like a cherry lollipop, I suppose.”
All of a sudden, a low rumbling noise began to echo around the room. You were a little confused as to where it was coming from at first, before Agent One began to lower you down to his abdomen before lightly pressing you up against it.
“You hear it, don’t you? That lovely sound? Such a deep sound, such a euphonious sound!” he begins rambling on as the ear squished up against his body is forced to listen to all the desperate groans his stomach was producing in order to tell him that it needed to be filled.
“It’s begging, isn’t it? Just pleading to be filled! Oh, but with what you might ask?” Agent One brings you back up to his face with a cruel smirk on his face. “Why, of course, what else would it be, aside from the malevolent souls of the guilty! That is what!”
It was at that point that you simply couldn’t take it anymore. You knew you were innocent, YOU KNEW! And yet despite that, Agent One’s false perception of you was to bring you to a fate perhaps even worse than the death penalty, as at least there, you had a chance to be properly burried afterwards. But no, instead, as Agent One opens up his maw once more before placing you inside, it becomes clear to you that the only grave you were going to be meeting today was a watery one. Or, more accurately, an acidic one.
Agent one, now that he was able to get a taste of your full body, began rhythmically, smoothly licking across your being, getting your body rather soaked with his saliva as he continued to examine your taste. “Mmmmm. Such a complex, nuanced taste…” he says to himself in a bit of a daze, per his current fixation on your cherry-like flavor. “But of course…what would a cherry lollipop be without at least one teensy weensy little bite?”
It was at this point that your body completely froze. No…surely it couldn’t be. He was crazy enough to put you in his mouth, and he was presumably crazy enough to swallow you, but was he really so crazy that he would actually take a bite out of you? You? A living, breathing sentient creature? It didn’t take long, however, for your question to be answered as Agent One gently maneuvered you over to his left incisor tooth before clamping down on your left leg, slowly tearing off but a bit of skin as not a single ounce of empathy coursed through his veins.
Your veins however, had been rather exposed at this point, and it wouldn’t take very long before they began gushing. You let out a small shriek before instinctively covering the wound with your hands. It was in that moment, that tiny, singular moment, when Agent One decided to lift up his tongue and shove you forcefully to the back of his maw, presumably just to add insult to injury, and quite literally at that. Landing quite near his gullet, you are able to get a split second preview of your fate before Agent One at last swallows, gulping you down in one go, a rather easy task indeed, considering your size.
As the throat muscles begin to squeeze you on down towards your final destination, Agent One merely shakes his head and chuckles. “How pathetic, no resistance at all.” He gently placed a finger on the slight bulge you were making in his throat and followed it on down before it disappeared behind his collarbone.
On the inside, your miniscule, frail frame shivers helplessly as you are unable to do anything but wait. Wait for the sound of a baseline heartbeat to drench the inner workings of your ear. Wait for the melodic stomach grumbles to howl a sollem chorus of past lives, drowning your body in its own sorrows, before the acids at the end of the squishy tunnel, in turn, work to drown you. Most likely failing, but trying nonetheless. It didn’t take long for each of these events for which you were waiting for to come to fruition.
“Thu-thump, thu-thump, thu-thump.”, as expected was all you were able to hear, and yet there was indeed something unexpected about the current circumstances. The baseline was not one, but two. It soon became clear to you that it was your own heartbeat joining in with Agent One’s, a process destined to only proceed on as the two beings continued to merge.
As the end of the line drew nearer, it did not become lost on you just how sensually pleasing this path could be, if but for a different purpose than Agent One’s. The soft, squishy throat muscles gave an almost massaging stroke as they performed their built-in duties, that being to escort your insignificant form to a place where it could be ridened of its insignificance, and become part of a greater whole once more.
A few seconds later, you had reached it. The lower esophageal sphincter gently squeezed you out into the deep, cavernous depths of Agent One’s guts.
The continual symphony of ambiance had become rather overwhelming at this point, leaving you just about ready to pass out. You allowed your chest to rise and fall rather heavily as you squeezed yourself up against the stomach walls, desperate for any way to ease the finality of the situation to a more manageable degree. You knew you could not cease its inevitable nature, yet if you could do anything at all to ease the side effect of sorrow and despair that would normally have already burrowed itself into the hearts of any victim of this sort, then that would be a win in your book.
The stomach walls continued to shift and squeeze as acids began to trickle in. You tensed up for the moment, just sitting and waiting for the inevitable sting, and yet, it never came. And it was then that you realized that your despairing cry had been heard. But who? No. Forget who. The most pressing question wasn’t who, it was how? Or perhaps even, why? Yet, as pressing as those questions were, you could not care to listen to their inquiry, as all you were able to hear were the symphonia of rumbling and thumping being produced by Agent One’s body.
All of a sudden, the walls began to contract. Then there was a huge updraft of wind. It traveled swimmingly up the esophagus, before being released into the outside world with a great, echoing belch. Most people would have been disgusted by that sound, and yet, to you, it was a reminder. A reminder that not everything which entered this stomach was to remain trapped forever. And if that was not to be you, then at the very least it was good that something had escaped.
At last, with this thought having been settled, you turn back to yourself. The acids had begun working away nicely at your lower half. It was already beginning to look like pudge. Their shapes were mushy, and the internal components were non-functional at this point. No nerves, no muscles. But no pain, and no movement. Without either of these, you at last knew, you could die at relative peace. No movement. No struggling. No pain. No despair. And no matter what was going to happen to you when you closed your eyes for the very last time, you would be able to accept it with a bit more ease now that you knew it wasn’t to be an agonizing last time.
Merely allowing yourself to get lost within the churning, soft, smooth, wet, gurgling, but perhaps most importantly, deadly nature of the stomach, your lower half, at last, crumbles away as it is sloshed around within the ever mixing soup that was the chyme within the stomach. Addressing this fact, you give a slow nod as your upper half at last sinks into the pool below. Here you were, shrunken, dying. Lost within a fatal acid pool. And yet, just a few hours ago, you were free, and life for you had felt like it could never ever reach such an untimely end.
With a light smirk, you allow your final words to flow through your brain. “It’s quite funny, actually, how that works.”
At last, with the echoes of those words being left to reverberate within the solemn chamber of but yours alone, Agent One’s stomach began to finalize the job it had started. Trickling in and around your top half, the acids began to work away at your skin layers, slowly melting and dissolving each and every single one, before swirls and pools of pudge began to float and simmer within the broth of the acid soup.
It churned and stirred, grinding and mixing, before the once goopy forms of pudge that had once made up the form of a living being, were now nothing but a homogeneous mixture of chyme. A mixture destined to be pumped through Agent One’s small intestine, to be converted into his cells, to power him, to nurture him. To become him.
Agent One was not oblivious to this fact, of course. Laying one hand over his now-satisfied stomach, he allowed him to utter but one sentence in memory of your melted, faded form.
“All along, I knew. All along, I knew that you were innocent.”
