short story:
When I arrived in his stomach, I was immediately greeted by a thick residue of acid and a scorching stench in his stomach, the atmosphere of the outside world was completely sealed by the thick stomach wall and replaced by many growling sounds from within the creature's body, it looked happy with the prey and soon I heard the sound of the creature's footsteps starting to walk somewhere in the forest then because I didn't want to end up as the creature's dung, I again rebelled by kicking and punching in all directions hoping he will feel nauseous and uncomfortable with the prey he just swallowed and then vomit me again, but he seems to be quite amused by the struggle I gave and he began to tell me to give up and stay calm there until he found a comfortable place to rest and finising me at there, but I didn't care about that and chose to keep fighting until a big burp appeared which made s Half of my fresh air in the creature's stomach was reduced and the pressure and squeezing of its stomach wall began to tighten which made me immediately stop my resistance then not long after that the creature again said while mocking me a little as satisfying food for him and I could only gave a little resistance while whining in fear and a few moments of walking the creature began to yawn and soon a violent shaking and squeezing came as the creature began to lie down and I screamed again when the creature began to play with me in its stomach by pressing its stomach which resulted in intense pressure squeezing my body very strongly and simultaneously light burps re-emerged as the creature started talking again so that I only had a little bit of fresh air in its stomach which made me start to tire from the lack of air and energy, some moments later creatures it began to fall asleep while snoring softly... when i hearing he started to sleep I only can cry and lament my fate as the creature's food.

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