Hours passed, and Harry's putrid green stomach acids were as high as your tiny chest. The fleshy walls never stopped moving, and his acids never stopped bubbling. But you carried on being hopeful that Harry will realise you was in here and get you out when he woke up.
Another hour or two passed, and Harry finally rose from his bed. The curtains in the room were closed, which kept him in the dark. Harry sat up, and rubbed his eyes. But suddenly he felt a weird feeling coming from behind his stone abs. He patted and rubbed his gut hoping to reduce the feeling, but it didn't work. Harry thought he must of ate something the day before that didn't go well with him. It was a sensation like having a small stick poked into your skin, and Harry had no idea what to do. He got up from the bed, and jumped up and down. Shaking his stomach so the pain would go away. You was in current of saliva, acid and undigested food, being smashed around the slimy pink stomach walls. There was nothing you could do.
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