The Perils of DRAKE: Scenario 1 part 47

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DRAKE spills into the creature's stomach, her body numb from both the acids and the prevailing drug in her system. She stares blankly at the ribbed, rippling ceiling, broken and lost. Slime and other fluids trickled amongst the stomach as it jiggled her about. "How did it come to this? Am I going to die here? I can barely move, let alone struggle..."  she thought, while the stomach boiled and bubbled. Her suit would hold for a while, but not for too long. She herself was trying to hold back nodding off now, exhausted after struggling with such vigour in her stunned state...

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