you scream and bang on your the walls of you fleshy prison but thats no good, all banging on the walls accomplished was telling you 'little' sisters's body their was the some meat to digested in her stomach. your horrified screams falling on the the death ears of a sleeping babe you soon fade to nothingness in your sisters gut becoming little more than a bit of nourishment for a growing girl. the only proof of your existence a bit of fat on your baby sister's but.
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