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Honey, I'm Done Pt.IV

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I was tossing and turning as the Giant thundered his way to his bedroom. I was engulfed and surrounded by the fleshy walls of Andrew’s stomach as it was dripping from liquid and stomach acids. It made it hard to breathe, clawing at my throat from the raw, thick air that was suffocating me. Of all ways to meet my end, I was going to end up being digested in my friend’s body and become nothing but energy supply for his body. What felt like an hour, of which was only 10 minutes, I felt myself becoming light-headed as I stumbled and collapsed on the fleshy floor. The Giant’s stomach was convulsing, clenching on its full stomach of sustenance as enzymes and stomach acid gradually melted the food down. I lay there helplessly; baking inside my captor’s gut as the stomach walls slowly pushed me away and slid me down into the pool of bubbling stomach acid. It didn’t immediately start eroding my skin, but I could feel the heat intensifying and slowly working its way on my skin.

I can’t even talk. My lips are so parched and cracked and my throat is stinging, I said to myself. I was slowly dragged underneath as a last air bubble escaped my lungs and reached the surface. In that instant, everything was like a volcanic eruption!

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