"Mer...cy....!!!".-I heave pathetically one more time, or at least, I try to do that. Just a weak, slight hiss leaves my mouth. I feel as warm Monica´s stomach walls of Monica collapse over me, embracing every square inch of my skin. Barely conscious, suffocated by the lack of oxygen and the intense stench of acid that frill my nostrils cruelly, I feel as trails of her dense, digestive juices begin to slide down along my carved skin, staining every fold of my muscular, defined body...sending through my spine waves and waves of sharp pain as her digestive fluids burns and begin to dissolve my flesh in a unbearable, painful way.<br/><br/>My blurred eyes flutter out of control though nobody can see them on the dark, moist, murderous depths of Monica while my mouth is opened in a deafen howl of agony...though no sound leaves my throat but acid juices come into it. My sculptural body jerks in spasms of agony while my pant is just an unrecognizable rag as the fabric has been already dissolved by Monica´s acid juices. Something, deep on my mind, tells me that my fate will be the same....I have no doubt that I am going to be digested as a 190 pound´s muscular steak...transformed into a large mass of nourishment flesh for her.....But I am alive!!! But there is nothing I can do to avoid such a fate but suffer....there is nothing I can do to escape of such a ordeal while the warm, acid stomach wall of that beauty but merciless female pred called Monica fall over me, closer and closer, flattening, kneading and dissolving me, a simply large piece of muscular flesh, into a large, bubbling mass of proteins and fat.