<span style="font-style: italic">Because, even if I didn't want to be eaten, being used up like food in your belly is preferable to... to going back.</span>Jeza thought, hoping Havoc would hear her thoughts in return, but she didn't press it. She watched the walls of his stomach shift around her, gently stroking them, occasionally giving a slightly firmer press here and there. In the dim surroundings, she felt a slight tingling where her rear and the soles of her feet rested; he was either beginning to secrete acid, or she was sitting in a residual puddle of Havoc's last meal.