As my shoulders are popped into it’s throat, I get a small breath of air. It’s only enough for a single breath, which is more of a tease than helpful at all. I start to feel an immense pain in my legs as the snake points it’s head upward. With the help of gravity, it continues swallowing my torso. My blood begins to all rush to my head. The snake presses forward again, rotating to the left this time. I’m in Brazil at some touristy clothing-optional resort in the middle of the Amazon. There are specific times that they take us on a boat into the jungle to show us the wonders of the rainforest. These tours are not clothing-optional, because of all the dangers of the jungle. The resort itself is in a man-made clearing, accessible only by helicopter and surrounded by a chain fence. Suddenly, I feel something clamp down on my side. My left arm and left tit are pressed tight against my torso by some sort of moist clamp. Before I get a
