Amelia started to beg, "Please, don't digest me! I'll do anything, just don't kill me in your stomach! Please!?" The dragon seemed to have heard her, but ignored her, giving a slight blech, it curled up for a nap.
Amelia sloshed around in the stomach, crying, "Please!!! You have to let me out!!! I can't die here! PLEASE!!! OH PLEASE!!!!!" But to no avail, she started to weep, "No... no... no... I can't die... Not me... No..."
Suddenly, the stomach sphinter opened slightly, but at the same time, the acids started to chrun, and a slight tingling feeling washed over her naked body. "Oh no! No! This can't be happening! Wait... The stomach sphinter is open... I could probably crawl out! But what about this little guy? I can't leave him... or can I...? Climb up with him and live or die with him in here...? Choices.
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