Almost as soon as I panic, it ends.

I can breath again. It still has me, still is forcing itself in. This creature is somehow breathing for me, providing me with oxygen and whatever else it is that we breath.

My throat is numbed to (most of) the pain, but I can still distinctly feel it sliding in and then all of a sudden it's going the opposite direction. It's a strange feeling like when you pull spaghetti out of your throat, but times ten thousand. The fingers gripping my face melt away.

My heart races thinking that I'm going to be freed, but as quickly as the coils disappear from my abdomen they reform as it rams itself back home. The thing is fucking my face.