Dane was glad he hadn't gotten a chance to eat before this. The stench alone was horrible, and he couldn't afford to take smaller breaths or anything to try and cut down the smell, as air was at a premium deep in Karia's bowels and lodged so deep in the soft log. Though if the smell was bad, the feeling was worse and as it was so dark he really only had smell feeling and hearing to go by, which magnified how disgusting it felt to be compacted into the shit, trapped with no way out.<br/><br/>Dane wondered how long he would be forced to suffer like this. Would she leave him in here to die an ignoble death? Or would this be a brief sojourn, one that he could hope to to quickly put behind him. Or maybe she intended to somehow keep him in here nigh-indefinitely. He shuddered at the thought.