You realize you're being digested! You wiggle around and start struggling.
"I don't want this!" you exclaimed, "Let me out!"
"I'm sorry," responded Oscar, after burping, "I can't. You're just going to have to digest."
"Please!" you exclaim, "Let me out!"
"It's a little too late for that." said Oscar.
On the inside, it's torture. Suddenly, it hurts. Your skin is burning and you're tearing up and screaming. You just want to all be over. You punch and kick when you can but it has no effect. Before you know it, you can't stop crying and so much of you has digested, you realize it's too late for anything to be done. Now you accept that you're nothing more than Oscar's food. As soon as you get that idea into your head, you pass out.