The very thought that your mistress lied to you sends a horrible shiver through your bones. You start to feel claustraphobic and shift around slightly in your silent panic. Your eyes dart from side to side looking for the first sign of stomacn acid, eager to dissapte you. Your heart pounds in your rib cage like a wild animal desperate to free itself from its fleshy prison. Sweat pours down your face and over your nose. Pure fear has you in its innescapeable ckutch.

What feels like an hour passes but you feel nothing. No stinging acid dissolving your flesh, no churning stomach walls knocking you about, nothing that would cause fear or alarm. Just the soft sound of your captors snoring. You start to relax and the chilling feeling of claustrophobia ebbs away. A small smile appears on your face and your heart returns to its regular pace. Now you feel slightly guilty for doubting your mistress, and thinking she would lie to you. Your hand rises into the air and rests on the stomach wall. The smile on your face expands slightly and your eyes half close. Eventually your heavy eyelds clamp shut as you fall into the embrace of a sweet dream.

A number of hours later your eyes open again. You find...