As a fire swallower she was used to a weird after-feeling in her throat.
As someone whose job was fairly dangerous she was used to gasps of surprise..
She'd never heard screams of terror nor felt fire stroke her gums.
Not like this.
She had no idea how it was even possible but it was just there.
At the end of the baton she regularly swallowed was a small hand.
It was grasping the rod so tightly, its' tiny knuckles were white.
Frantically shaking the baton she managed to knock the hand onto the floor.
As it uncurled she saw a large eye in the centre of its' palm.
Overcome with a wave of nausea she fell to her knees dry-heaving.
Before she could even react the hand shot up her arm and back into her throat.
She could feel it crawling down her oesophagus, choking her.
She collapsed altogether, vision fading to black.
Just before she fell unconscious she felt the hand climb back out.
As she lay on the floor gasping for breath it crept into her line of sight.
The last thing she saw was its' fingers reaching towards her eye, closing around and pulling.
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