The Perils of DRAKE: Scenario 1 part 44

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The bottom of DRAKE's boots jutted out from the tight throught, her knees bent within, and the beast letting out a loud hiss with its wide open jaws. Her body was forced into a strange angle within the neck, and her body a serpentine bulge that jostled and jiggled softly.

DRAKE's large brown eyes glanced at the entrance to the stomach ahead of her, in spite of the darkness. She could hear the stomach's twisted gurgling calling for her, and enticing her to come forth. She let out a sudden and somber cry, the saliva caked around her and her drugged state made it impossible if she was spilling tears. "No... I...." she shuttered, and if she had someone to think about at a time like this, she was drawing a blank. She had never truly experienced love before, so it was the idea she never would that made her slip further into despair, and sob to herself.