It took all your energy, but you got up from the saliva and slime mess and tried to kick Harry's stomach walls to wake him. Each punch and kick stabbed his pink fleshy walls but did nothing, he was still fast asleep. But suddenly the stomach started shake, as Harry moved over in his sleep to his other side, his face slammed the pillow and his gut and abs twisted. The walls flipped and you landed face first in the pool of green acid and slime, the sensation was something you have never felt before. It was a mixture of joy and hatred, you was mad at yourself by getting into this, but who could not be joyful in the best experience nobody had the honour to have. Who else can say they was eaten by Harry? You gave up fighting, Harry was always going to win. He ate you and there is nothing to do about it than sit and wait to be digested. Harry carried on sleeping, and didn't know you was in his stomach waiting for something to happen. You sat in the middle of the acid, and listened to Harry's gut rumbling and groaning. You knew that soon the acids would rise and you would die, but you didn't get sad over it because your body was going to make up Harry's and that is worth your life for.
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