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That feeling of complete isolation, utter helplessness under the oppressive power of the beast that's effortlessly made you its meal. Nothing you can do will free you, you're doomed to digest into nothing, all to satisfy this predator's appetite for maybe an hour or two. Inches from the outside, but from your position, it may as well be a mile. Hopelessly trapped within a stomach that does not care that the food within it is still alive. Inches from freedom but miles away from any chance you'll see anything else again but these hot walls and fluids that sting your skin. It'll be a few hours, tops, before this body around you truly begins breaking you down into sludge, but each second stretches for what feels like hours. There is no comfort, only Pressure.
(2023)