<span style="color: #00BF00">Merrin held her arms above her head as she was dragged into D's churning belly. She watched as D's sharp teeth passed just inches away from her eyes. She started to speak, wanting to sound clever in her final moments, but D's thick saliva simply sloshed into her mouth, making her gargle ridiculously. As her neck was squeezed into D's throat, she surrendered one of her outstretched arms to tug her hair down into the nurse's jaws. Only Merrin's hand remained in the dry air above. She watched as the lips and teeth above her head slowly closed around her wrist, leaving her in blackness.<br/><br/>She slid lazily down Demoness's throat, without room to move about and barely enough room to breathe. Finally, after what seemed like several minutes, Merrin splashed into D's belly. She opened her eyes, for what little good it did her in the pitch-black of the nurses's gut and swam out from under the dripping stream of saliva and mucus. The shallow pool of diluted acids reminded Merrin somewhat of the jacuzzi spas in the fancy hotels that her father and she would visit on his long business trips. If she spoke, she wondered if D could hear her. If D spoke, she wondered if she could hear.<br/><br/>"Come on, Chris!" she shouted. "It's not that bad in here! Not half as good as the trip, but still not bad." She pressed her ears to the fleshy walls of the stomach and hoped for a response.</span>