The stomach forced him down, squeezing tightly without rest as the valves under it pulled. It had quickly claimed his body, slowly sending him down a even Fowler smelling tube that squeezed so tight, struggling seemed like it would do little. By this time, Riku's body, fur and cloths were soaked and dirty. Ronald couldn't help but murr, wiggling around on the floor in great pleasure from the feeling of a kitsune moving through his body. The walls of the intestines stole a bit of energy from him, stinging him with small bits of acid that ate small layers of his skin. It was not all that purposely... Roland was more borrowing energy then killing Riku.