Choking on spit, blood, and saliva that was not mine, I slid down the tongue, the gigantic flesh slide.
I forced my eyes open, forcing myself to see inside the second pharynx. But that was easier said than done.
My body was turned upside down, slammed against the wall of the throat, as I continued to be flipped to the left and right, up and down in a pool of saliva.
There was no time to think as Henry's military knife materialized in my hand.
I waited for the voice, trying to hold my breath, trying not to choke, trying to make out where up and down were.
NOW, TO THE RIGHT!
I slammed the knife in my hand into the flesh wall on my right, not knowing exactly what I struck.
My fall slowed down as my knife embedded in the wall, slicing through the giant's throat until I landed on something.