Carla had been told that the minor auditions for "Saw 15" were taking place back in the receiving area of packaging facility six, but this looked like every other warehouse she had seen in the area.  No signs, no decorations, nothing indicating this was the right place except for the large “6“ above the main door.  "Where the hell is everyone, and why the hell are these idiots holding auditions at a warehouse?" she thought out loud.  She didn't see any cars except hers outside in the parking lot, or any signs of lights or other activity inside.  

     The main entrance door that she parked next to was locked, and no one answered her frantic knocking.  She decided to take a look around, but she was hardly dressed for the frigid cold.  She struggled to walk at more than a slow pace due to her very tight dress, and high heels.  After walking impatiently around for a few minutes, she noticed dim light coming from inside one of the high windows.  An old, rusty door was under it.  She knocked loudly several times, and got no response.  She was sure this was the spot, and she needed this part.  She was done serving drinks at that shitty excuse for a club.  This was going to be the part that got her discovered!  On the other hand, getting arrested for breaking and entering wasn’t how she wanted to end her evening.  

    After a minute or so of indecision, she decided to go inside.  The rusty steel door was unlocked, but took a fair amount of force to open.  The inside of the warehouse was more well lit than outside view led her to believe.  Her senses were overwhelmed, there were huge wooden crates, pillars, forklifts, and other warehouse equipment scattered haphazardly from wall to wall.  Huge, thick spider webs were in every corner, lending the warehouse an ancient appearance.  “HELLO?” she cried out, with no response.  Was it a different facility?  Did they cancel or reschedule?  She began to lose hope in making it to the auditions on time, as it was only five minutes till they started.  As she began to head towards the exit, she became aware of a constant low noise.  As she trained her ear in its direction she could hear some sort of music playing faintly further into the building.  

    With a sigh of relief, she began to briskly walk toward the source of the noise.  As she got closer, she recognized the tune as the Saw theme.  She walked a good twenty five yards into the huge building, before coming to a partially open steel door.  She came upon a very strange scene after opening the door all the way.  She paused just inside the doorway for a moment, to take in her surroundings.  It was another large room, much like the previous one.  There were loading docks at the far end, so this had to be the spot.  The music was playing from behind a sea of very large crates, but she decided to investigate.  Stumbling through the warehouse, she started to recognize the music as the main theme to the Saw movies.  “I knew it!" she said, almost in a shout.   She rounded a corner, and finally found the device.  The source of the music was a boombox in the corner, knocked over, and seeming to play on loop.  The steel stool it seemed to have been resting on was on its side as well.  Aside from the fact that there was no one here either, the strangest thing was the disgusting slime that seemed to be all over everything in the room.  It was a white/gray color, and was roping between crates, dripping from rafters, and pooled on the ground.  “Thats a strange prop for a Saw movie” she thought.  

    It was then that Carla realized that she was standing in a small puddle of the substance. With a girlish shreak, she tried to take a step back.  Only she couldn’t. Her high heels were instantly stuck fast.  She could pull them off the ground for a moment, but they wouldn’t stretch far.  Was it some kind of industrial glue? She struggled to bend down, her outrageously tight dress restricting her movements.  She tried and tried to free her shoes, but the stretchy slime wouldn’t give them up.  The small amount she got on her fingers was warm, incredibly strong, and stretchy.  It felt like snot from hell.  "GROSS!"  She then pulled her right leg upwards as hard as she could.  Her right foot suddenly slipped out of her heel, and her bare foot immediately landed in the slime with a wet slap as she lost her balance.  This was the most disgusting thing she ever felt, the slime was warm, and slippery, but somehow impossibly sticky as well.  Her foot seemed to have a tiny amount more freedom than her heel, but it was all she could do to not gag in disgust.  She was able to slide it slowly with a great deal of force.  She then knew her best chance to escape the embarrassing situation was to take her other heel off as well.  As she took her foot out of her other heel and tried to put it outside the puddle, her tight hem on her dress caused her to lose her balance.  Her other foot unfortunately also landed in the terrible substance. As she stood there stuck in the glue-like substance, she thought heard something move in the room.  Almost a like a wet sliding noise.  She couldn't pinpoint where it was coming from, as the large empty ceiling was playing havoc with noises.  Frantically looking around, she saw nothing.  "Hello, is someone there?" she loudly cried out.  "I could use some help!" Carla glanced around the room again.  She was hearing something sliding around, but no verbal response.  "Please, I cant move, and you are scaring me!"  Every attempt at removing her feet produced a wet squishing noise, but no actual progress.     

    Carla was suddenly very aware that something was very wrong with the situation.  Maybe the audition was a ploy to get her to come out here so someone could kidnap her or worse.  It was then that she realized that she absent-mindedly left her purse in the car, along with her glock 17 9mm pistol.  Before she could formulate an escape plan, something large brushed up against her leg.  She suddenly felt immense pressure and tightness pushing her feet and legs together, along with the same warm sticky slimy sensation she felt on her stuck feet.  What she saw when she looked down was so terrifying she couldn't even scream.  There was a huge green worm-like creature the size of a large python somewhat constricting her legs.  It was at least 15 feet long, and had a large, gaping mouth that was drooling immensely.  Even worse, wherever the worms body had touched her, there was a stretchy semi-transparent film of that same slime that was all over the room.  It didn’t move much for a moment, it just looked up at her from down by her knees.  It then began to somewhat quickly spiral up her body.  It wasn’t really squeezing her, but the slime completely rendered her legs useless immediately.  She could feel that it was incredibly strong, much like the huge constrictor her friend used to own.  Carla fought and slapped at the monster with everything she had, but it simply moved up her curvy body.  The worm was silent except for the wet squishing noises caused by the horrible slime it was producing.  Within seconds of contact, everything below her belly button was tightly wrapped in the slimy film.  

    The worm continued moving further up her body, and as Carla tried to grab its head at her lower back, a wide band of slime pinned her arms against her tightly.  The slime was so tight it felt like she was being vacuum sealed.  She tried to throw herself over to injure the creature, but its strong muscles prevented her from falling.  With her now completely helpless, the worm slithered from around her back and almost up to her neck, the slime tightly coating her ample chest.  The slime had formed a sticky, stretchy, and skin-tight cocoon from her chest to her feet.  Before she had a chance to fight back, she had been completely overpowered.  The worm paused for a moment, its head hovering inches from Carla's face.  Its little stalk eyes looked her over, seeming to size her up.  She was squirming as much as she could, but she knew she was completely at the creatures mercy.  For a long awkward moment, she wasn’t sure what the worms intentions were. It simply looked at her blankly as she struggled against it.  Suddenly its drooling maw opened very wide, like a funnel.  

    She then knew what it wanted, a meal.  Sticky drool spattered on her face.  It was then that Carla screamed, a long, shrill noise that she had never produced in her life.  The worms mouth was dripping with copious amounts of drool, and she could see nothing but darkness inside its mouth.  There were no teeth, and no bones of any kind, just a wet, fleshy tunnel.  Her scream was abruptly interrupted by the worms maw.  It simply leaned in, and grabbed her whole head in its mouth with a squishy slapping noise.  Her whole world went dark.  Carla was still trying to scream, but her efforts were muffled by the worms flesh.  The only sound on onlooker would hear would be a muffled, pathetic “mmmmmph” noise.  She couldn’t see, but the rest of her senses were assaulted immensely.  The worms mouth was warm, constantly pulsing, and the smell was horrendous, like sulfur.  She choked and gagged as the worms slimy flesh was forced against her face and mouth.  She could still breathe, but only sporadically.  All she could hear was a terrible pulsing slurping sound, as the worm tried hard to work its mouth further down her body.  She was still squirming and writhing, and was still on her feet.  She stayed balanced on her feet for awhile, and the worm wasn’t making any real progress for what seemed like over a minute.  It repeatedly sucked on her head, desperately trying to work its mouth around her shoulders.  She had heard before that snakes couldn’t swallow humans easily because their shoulders were too wide.  Did this terrible thing suffer the same problem? Was she too big to swallow?  

    Her question was answered as the worm gripped her more tightly, and began to stretch its mouth over her shoulders and chest.  It was so tight that she felt the worms body stretch over hers. She felt the soft pulsing innards of the worm even through her slimy cocoon.  Carla began to panic even worse now, as her last hope of not being devoured seemed to be gone.  She began to thrash violently, fighting with everything she had.  She rocked back and forth on her feet, trying to do anything to stop herself from becoming a meal.  For a moment, the worm stopped its swallowing motions.  She then felt gravity pull her over, and felt the worm loosen its grip on her cocooned body.  As soon as she felt its coils leave her legs, it began the terrible swallowing contractions again.  A terrible sucking motion every half second or so, accompanied by a ripple of muscle movement starting at the worms mouth, and ending near it's tail.  The worm had now halfway consumed her, and her curvacious shape was roughly visible through its thin body.  She could feel the maw of the worm work over her stomach now, and the sucking noises became more intense as the worm was trying to finish gobbling her up.  She could feel its muscles pulling her deeper into its body, pulsing and stretching over her form.  As the worms maw reached her hips, she could feel it begin to struggle again.  It slurped repeatedly for a moment, trying to work its stretchy mouth around her curvy hips and butt.  It began to lift her body up slightly off the ground, and was really struggling.  It was as if she was just too wide at her hips.  She felt the worms mouth really trying to stretch around her, but not making much progress.  Before she could forge any hope for some sort of miraculous escape, she felt gravity shift and she was upside down.  

    She realized the worm had lifted her legs into the air, and was using gravity to help swallow her.  Carla fought and kicked with all her might, one last attempt at freedom.  With a huge pull, and a terrible sucking noise, she felt the worms mouth finally pass over her hips, and then slide down her thighs. The worm made quick work of the rest her, in three strong gulping motions sucking down to her knees, ankles, and then her feet.  It had pulled her whole body into its throat area.  For a brief moment, she lingered barely inside the worms mouth.  Then, with a loud, sickening GULP, and a huge pull she felt across her whole body, the worm passed her squirming form to its midsection.  Right after she settled into it's stomach, it let out a loud, wet, and grotesque belch in triumph.  

    Carla had never been this scared in her entire life.  Everything was moving and pulsing..  Her cocoon of slime was extremely tight, and so were the worms innards.  She couldn’t move her limbs at all, even struggling lightly was nearly impossible against the worms stomach muscles.  Every attempt at movement was repelled by the creatures gullet.  For some reason she could still breathe, but she wasn’t sure that was a good thing at this point.  A relatively quick death by suffocation would be preferable to a long, slow   death by acid.  She could feel the worm start moving, every bump and obstacle transferring through the thin flesh around her.  After some time, the worm came to a halt and somewhat curled up.  Carla kept expecting a burning sensation, but it never came, only more extreme tightness, and the occasional muscle movement pulling her deeper into it’s digestive tract.  What seemed like an hour went by, and Carla was still conscious.  She had time to think about her horrifying predicament.  Was she dreaming? What was this thing? Why hadn’t it digested her yet?  That last thought gave her pause.  She was going to die, swallowed alive and digested by some monster.  She never in a million years thought it would end like this.  Her thinking was interrupted by the worms sudden motion.  It was moving again.  How could she get out of this?  She knew it was taking her somewhere isolated so it could digest her in peace.  

    The worm navigated its way through the maze of crates, its terrified, squirming meal safely secured in its stomach. It passed over pipes and other debris with ease, the constantly wriggling woman shaped lump in its body slowing it down, but not preventing it from moving.  This was a good day for the worm.  Its slow moving helpless prey was much larger than the rats and other small animals it was used to consuming.  As soon as it needed the energy in a day or two, or sooner if the temperature dropped anymore, it would began digesting its stored meal over the course of about a week.  It hauled itself up a long air vent, barely wider than the prey in its belly.  It then arrived at its lair in the air ducts, and sealed off the only entrance with a thick layer of slime.  Curling up in a corner, it felt its prey still moving inside its body.  Every few moments, a muffled scream could be heard, barely louder than the squishing noises it's full digestive tract was making.  There was a tight silhouette of Carla’s Body stretching the worms skin.  Every curve of her body was visible in it, like some sort of sick apparel. The worm would be vulnerable while digesting, and would have to regurgitate its meal if it became threatened.  This was not a scenario it was willing to have happen, as the meal would give it an enormous amount of nourishment.  Before beginning it's long rest, the worm passed Carla slightly further into it's belly, just into it's intestines.  It didn't want to risk any stomach acid leaking and ruining it's meal before it actually needed the energy.  Sounds of Carla's muffled screams abruptly ended as the thicker walls of it's guts completely quieted them out.     

    As horrible as her situation was, Carla was relieved that the worm had finally stopped moving.  All of the fighting and squirming made her very exhausted, and she began to fade in and out of sleep.  She decided to stop fighting it, and lost consciousness.

To be continued!