Our positions will be reversed

You scream.

You can feel everything inside you shredding and unraveling. Your bones splinter and tear through your innards, before grinding themselves to dust. Your head deforms as your skull breaks apart, and the only thing keeping the froth that used to be your organs from fountaining out is the fact that your tongue has swollen to fill your mouth like a plug.

Your scream quickly grows muffled, then turns to a rattle, then dies away as your vocal chords and lungs are reduced to so much pulp.

You die in utter agony; a sack of pulpy blood, in perfect, unblemished skin.

I laugh.