[Bareon]

Hmm... looks like someone needs a bit of perspective on this story here.
So, I shall give you a tiny introspective story I call
OH yeah, WARNING: if graphic descriptions of people getting eaten is not your thing, don't read.
You're probably gonna read it anyway if you've come down this far tho.

Ginbug Gets Eaten

Ginbug minding his own business one day decided to take a bus to his parent's house, but his ride, and his life was cut short by one horrific moment... when April came. Ginbug and the rest of the passengers stood no chance as the bus was ruptured open by her massive teeth as she chomped the bus to pieces.
Ginbug screamed in horror and pain as one leg was severed from his body, leaving not much more than a bloody stump, the fortunate ones had their heads smashed in by the twisting metals, but Ginbug... stayed alive for a while longer.

He stared helplessly as he was covered in gelatinous slime, a thick saliva, and stared upward as his last glimpse of light vanished from sight. Squashed amongst corpses and other unlucky survivors from the bus, he was pressed down, and down her throat. The screams for mercy escaped from many, a small child next to Ginbug was crying for his mother, but April was to "orgasmicly" locked in devouring to care for anyone but herself.

The group fell into her stomach, the air was rancid and there were many more screams some in many different languages, but they began to be silenced one by one...
It was too dark to see anything Ginbug clawed at the walls of April's stomach hoping for a way out, but slipped and fell on a protruding bone from someone else's leg. The other person screamed in pure agony as the flesh was ripped from bone, it dove into Ginbug's stomach causing searing pain, and unrelenting agony to wash through his mind. One leg was severed, and his stomach ruptured, things were already becoming too incredibly painful for his mind to bear.

The air became heavy, it was getting much harder to breathe, in fact the walls were becoming even more slippery as the time went on. Ginbug's good leg slipped into what seemed to be a large puddle of water, but to his surprise and agony, his leg began to dissolve at high speeds, he could feel his flesh being torn from his leg even as he pulled it from the liquid. Stomach Acid. The acid was becoming a vapor and was blocking the oxygen from reaching his lungs, he could feel it tearing away, slowly... ever so slowly... bit by bit into his lungs.

As Ginbug began to gasp convulsively for air, he coughed up large clots of blood. The blood had begun to fill his lungs from the acid burns within them... His world fell dark, and he died within April's stomach, his brain having collapsed all function from stress and excessive pain.