With one last harsh, sharp yell, Haakon went down fast, his skin sliding against the warm cushy escophagus, letting off the steam inside him halfway down against himself, one quick lick across his entire body and neck as he careened down at astonishing speeds, splashing down in to the juices of Liams stomach, feeling pain against his broken knees and shattered pelvis from hitting so fast and being pushed back, his toes now touching a mysterious opening and fingering it, curiously and sensually, after first testing their warm, caustic waters with his toes and feet. The smell was horrible, and panicking, he struggled against the insides of Liams stomach, causing the stomach to produce more acid with each relaxing, therapeutic wiggle against it, now pouring on to him from every direction. He could see nothing, but the olfactory experience was increidble, so many smells, including what he swore were the stenches of prey before him. Soon his entire body was covered in slimy, subtly burning juices, and the smells seemed to drown out the air he breathed. He struggled fiercely and fiercer, even though it hurt to move in the confines of Liams stomach, and the pain only egged him on as he yelled ferociously and moved every part of him, feeling the stomach against every part of his body and stirring the digestive juices as the stomach muscles got stretched and relaxed.<br/><br/>Upstairs, the staff manager heard Haakons yell and Liams gulping, and smiled at what he had gotten unknowing Haakon in to, put a cigar in to his mouth, and lit it, taking a quick inhale for the innocent boy who had just been eaten. He took the liberty of calling Haakons friends and telling them the delicious news.<br/><br/>(REMINDERS: Since we're getting there, no scat please, and we have a delicious pair of sandals covered in my sweat and dust in case you want to do anything with that.)