Celest continues to writhe around in the tight stomach, her skin and clothing coated in digestive juices and mucous. Her knees were squashed tight to her chest and her wings were bent and twisted at a most uncomfortable angle. She hadn't heard Kitti's explaination of what would happen to her when...you know...and so she feared for her life.<br/>"Let me go!" She cried, here eyes wet with tears. "I don't want to die!"