Tabitha could feel every movement on the outside as she was jostled about on the inside with every step of her captor...she no longer knew which way was up or down...just the soft squishy sensation all around her...the awful smell and disgusting taste and the feeling of uncomfortable heat and pressure all around her...this was hell...no, this was worse than hell.  Tabitha would gladly let herself be physically raped than put up with this torture for the rest of her life...she hoped that she'd be let out soon, she was already a broken woman, her hair matted with feces and her body smeared with the soft warm log's innermost stench.