"I don't think he gets it..." Sophia rolled her eyes as she fingered what felt like the pyloric sphincter, wondering if she would really be able to fit through that hole. Her body has now become so raw that an occasional stomach contraction might tear off a few pieces of flesh, but whatever she lost would always regrow a few moments afterwards, thanks to her soul-link. And thus poor Sophia was kept in a constant state of torture, caught in an unbreakable cycle of digestion and regeneration.<br/><br/>After a while, the stomach began vibrating with the sound of Vlad's snoring. "I suppose I might find that soothing<span style="font-style: italic">if I weren't in so much pain</span>." Sophia muttered to herself, as a limply hanging piece of meat that she used to call her arm fell off her shoulder and a new one immediately grew in its place. For a while, she amused herself by watching the dismembered limb sizzle until not even the bones were left.