You feel it's best to trust them and wait it out, and besides, it is kinda arousing. As the stomach continues churning, squeezing you roughly and smearing you in acid, you feel the trainee moving. The acid is now up to your chest, and your clothes are soaked.
Suddenly, you feel a draft above you, and a new liquid starts pouring in. As the liquid pours over you, you realize she is drinking a soda. The soda mixes in with acids, and the stinging sensation becomes a burning feeling. The soda is raising the PH level of the digestive juices, you realize.
The churning, which never really stopped, now squeezes you tighter, knocking the air out of you and drenching you in the burning fluids. Damn, the acid is up to your neck, and your body is starting to feel really sore. Your breathing is being hindered from the churning of the stomach, and now your clothes are starting to dissolve.
Movement has become impossible, as the stomach walls now grip you firmly and shift pressure around your body. As you take another breath, you inhale a mouthful of stomach acid. Your clothes are almost gone, and the pain is intense. This is going beyond trust, you realize. If you're not regurgitated in a few minutes, your life will surely expire.
With another tight squeeze, your ribs crack, and you reflexisivelylet out a cry, only to be rewarded with a lungful of acid. You can no longer breathe, you are completly engullfed in digestive fluid, and your skin is so raw it is starting to flake away.