Being prey isn't difficult. The predator does all the work. All a prey has to do is relax and the predator's body will do everything for them. But there is one hard part about being prey. Accepting when it's over.

Maybe there was a chance for Mercer to escape this situation. But if there was, it's very far in his rear view mirror. Half of his body is down Vurga's throat and the only reason that he hasn't been swallowed up is because he's being toyed with. Vurga's just teasing him, gaping wide to show off the outside world that's so close, yet completely out of reach. The false hope will make the inevitable gulp that much sweeter for Vurga...and that much more awful for his snack.

If Mercer took a step back to think, he might realize that there was nothing he could do. that soft maw had nothing for the bunny to cling to and even if he pulled some of himself out, a single gulp could undo it. And what if he got free? If Vurga closed his mouth, there was no escape anyway. Then there was escape. Even if he somehow extracted himself from the giant and evaded, muzzle, paws, those prehensile ears and all the rest, what was he going to do? Pilot Vurga's ship down to the nearest planet while the size of an action figure, then try to live the rest of his life trying not to get stepped on?

But Mercer isn't ready to accept that hard truth yet. He wants to exist as himself, not just a prisoner of flesh inside that golden gut. Unfortunately for him, Vurga doesn't have to wait until he's ready. In fact, Mercer can spend the whole trip into Vurga convinced that he still had a chance. Vurga's tummy will be completely unbothered. Willing, unwilling, they all glorp away the same.
Art by  jerberjer
Mercer belongs to  GameKiwi (and Vurga)