Mephiles grunted as he fell into the small space of the stomach, his body having to curl up slightly. Sighing miserably the male pressed his own hands against the walls, pushing out slightly to try and make more room for himself. He was shaking, but now that he knew where he was, there was little chance of getting out. Closing his eyes the male sighed, hating everything about the moment. Imminent death, the heat, stench and enclosed space.