You began crying as you were in pure agony from all of this pain, being crushed by the fox's weight and the mattress under you, the tingling acids seeping into your open wounds. The pain was unbearable. You struggled as much as you can begging the fox to let you out, but it didn't understand you, nor did it really care. Every movement you made caused more of your bones to crack and break. You started to cry more and more, tear after tear falling into the corrosive liquid under you. Your skin started to redden and become really itchy as your hair got bleached and started to turn white before falling out. You screamed out, "NO I DON'T WANT TO DIE LIKE THIS! I DON'T WANT TO DIE INSIDE OF A FOX, PLEASE SOMEBODY SAVE ME! I DON'T WANT TO BE FOX POOP!" but nobody heard you. And even if they did, it's not like they would care anyway. You were just fox food now. No longer a person. Just a nutritious snack for a hungry fox. All your life goals and hopes and dreams were going to be flushed down the drain. You'd never get to get married or have children of your own. Nobody would ever find you. The sudden realization made you tear up more and more. Your goals and ambitions mean nothing now, They would be used up by some overgrown fox in some forgotten jungle in the middle of nowhere. A snack now and a dump the next morning. These were your last thoughts before the pain started to grow too unbearably severe to even be able to think anymore. Tingling began to turn into itching and now to burning and intense pain. Your screaming protests became shrieks and screeches meaningless other than the agony they conveyed. Your hair completely bleached and fallen out, leaving you bald, your skin turned into a deep shiny red, dry and oily at the same time., slabs of human meat sloughing off your screeching rust-fire body like wet paper. Everything hurt as your skin peeled apart. You're once pretty face now in ruin. Your hands now stump, and your rump beginning to break down and slough apart. Hours passed as bone after bone broke, your skin peeling off and dissolving in the acids. After a long, long time of suffering, you would finally lose consciousness and die.
The human woman that had been you slowly peeled apart, breaking down with cruel slowness as the fox's gut slowly wore you down, contracting and compacting you into a semi-conscious mass of ruined, red meat, tearing and crunching as your bones broke. Your spine snapped, sounding like a tree cracking; your shoulders dislocated. Your face was just a rumor now, nose gone, cheeks worn away, tongue and teeth falling out as you burned and screamed and sobbed and heaved, slowly dissolving as your body came apart bit by bit. Several hours later, the pretty girl was just a gruesome mush, a thin, lumpy blood slurry of soupy meat and corroded bones packing into the vulpine's intestines. The fox put on some weight that night, his belly becoming soft and rounded, heavy and sloshing, as the remains of the dead woman were used up. By the next morning, all that was left of you was waiting in his rectum...
