Roxie flops down onto the Ninetails' stomach floor in anguish. "Unlucky?" she repeated. She was beginning to lose hope.<br/><br/>Inside of the predator's hot depths, Roxie began to itch all over as the stomach groaned and squeezed, sliding her around as the organ began to fill with hot liquid.<span style="font-style: italic">This is really happening!</span>she thought to herself.<span style="font-style: italic">I'm going to be digested alive! I'm this thing's breakfast!</span>Bits of her fur began to come off as her digestion started to commence.<span style="font-style: italic">What did I do to deserve this, I don't want to die...</span>Roxie thought of her friend Ruby, still outside, wondering if she had escaped to safety, or if she, too, was in the Ninetails' hungry clutches.