Rannor screamed from the inside of tivano's gut, he could hear only her heartbeat in return, unable to hear her speaking back to him. As if he was already hers, already dead. In many ways, he was, already hers. And now, he was on his way to death, not too far from the truth, the sad, fearful idea, he was now trapped, no longer able to get help, he began to realize he could die, and most likely would die, inside of her stomach. "PLEASE... MISS. LET ME GO. I DON'T WANT TO DIE... I WON'T TELL ANYONE..." he begged, screaming at the top of his lungs, his voice growing hoarse as it was getting tired from all of his yelling. The only response he felt from her however, some belly rubs, belly rubs that seemed to increase a feeling of tingling over him. No.... shit... was it already happening? Was the goddess omach beginning to produce acids? To sizzle over the man's flesh? Rannor panicked and began to thrash, he struggled and fought for his very life...