At this point, time meant nothing the more one was trapped in the belly of a python. Simba cries and writhed about within the incredibly limited space of Joka's stomach until he felt the juices that soaked his fur start to sting. It started as an annoyance like bugs biting before it became searing burns.
Simba's cries grew into screams of pain with his whole body being coated in stomach acids. His fur vanished more and more leaving his bare skin to be boiled alive. The lion boy felt his body slowly melt away but it didn't happen in an instant or even a steady minute.
No, his end would be a long and lingering one. His flesh eaten away bit by bit but never killing him until it reduced him to a skeleton. After what felt like years of endless pain, Simba stopped crying and whimpered in knowing that this was how his final moments would be lived out.
"Dad... Dad... Please..." he cried in his immense desperation. His life flashed before his eyes, memories of dad attempting to help him cope with him with some comforting nostalgia
