Juliet’s mouth turned into a cruel smile as she heard the little thief’s pleas inside her. She closed her eyes dreamily as she felt the liquid trickle down her throat and the tasty little bump sliding over her tongue after it. Her tongue threw the towards soft flesh at the back of her throat so that the girl could fall down the dark abyss of her throat, rapidly being pulled down by the ribbed pulsating muscles, before being squozen through the sphincter and into her stomach. She placed a hand over her lips and burped in a rather dainty manner, before letting her hand slide down her neck and lay on her stomach. The stomach increased it’s efforts to get hours of digestion through in a much shorter time, the walls spraying thick juices onto the two inhabitants as the stomach grumbled and tried to bounce and slosh them about. The acid had pooled up to their wastes and was thick, like a warm sludge with harder bits of unknown origin bumping into the legs of the two digestees. As could be guessed, the smell was like a weeks meals, thrown together and left. It was slightly better than the taste of a weeks meals thrown together and left, which is what the tick warm juice tasted like. She rapped her fingers on her stomach, “Now don’t worry you two, you will most probably survive and when you are finished, you will be scrubbed and sold off to someone else. I am sure the thief’s attitude will make her very popular.” She said with a snide grin as she sent some chewed gobs of pizza to join them.<br/><br/>She then heard Natasha enquire about test subjects. She had almost forgot. She began to think who to shrink, when as fate would have it, the depressive and self righteous Davis popped in, with the audacity to lecture her on how to treat prisoners. True, not all fthis was in the name of science, but damn it, she was his boss. Keeping herself composed and running are hand through her hair she turned to Natasha calmly, “Why yes… I do believe a I have found a subject.” Reaching into her pocket she reached for a remote control, locking the door behind Davis, before speaking with authority, “Now Davis…I do not, mess, with prisoners, and I find such an accusation insulting. If you wish to see what messing is, we will show you.”