You feel your body slowly begin to heal and reassemble itself as you're digested, the wounds inflicted by my teeth closing up and repairing themselves. Your senses start to return, and you realize that you are still alive... but for how long? You can feel me moving around, digesting my meal... your body. What do you think you should do now?

You try to speak, but your words are muffled by the thick walls of my stomach. Instead, you strain against them, attempting to force your way out...