Over, and over, and over, and over again Annie's teeth mash and pull you. Tendrils of your body stick to the crevices of her molars; with a dozen arms, you feel the disgusting sludge of previous meals still clinging to her teeth. Her tongue flips you on your side, only for the process to continue... over, and over again. By the time her giant muscle moves you to the other side of her mouth, you are full of bits of masticated food... but still, the chewing goes on.

She rolls you around on her tongue, until you are folded into yourself as a little ball. The muscle plays with you, rolling you through pools of spit and giving all the little bumps on it a taste of you. Then, with the force of an industrial press, she slams you into the ridges on the roof of her mouth, smearing you all along it like putty.

Gravity peels you free after a moment, but her tongue is there to catch you again. It rolls you around until you are a ball once more, then it bullies you back onto the steely surface of one of her molars. The tooth drops down on you greedily, continuing its work from before.

Soaked and mashed and thoroughly exhausted, you lose all track of time. Nothing exists beyond the inside of your sister's mouth... it is a churning, gooey, wet world of its own.

Suddenly, the rhythm of her chewing stops. Your respite lasts only a second before the back of her tongue drops. You're tossed into her throat, stunned as the walls of her esophagus force you downward. Your sister has just swallowed you without a second thought. It hadn't even been a conscious decision; merely her normal disposal of a piece of gum.

You land with a splash, propped against the wall of her stomach. Unable to move, you can only sit there in then noxious atmosphere and let the prickling acid lap at your form. During this, Annie goes on with her life. You feel her movements, and hear the muffled talking and laughing as she interacts with the world beyond the prison of her flesh. Even when she is silent, her breathing vibrates the air around you, and her heartbeat is a constant far-off thump.

All the while, the ominous groans and gurgles of her digestive tract taunt you from deep below. You're thankful that the timer will save you from that end... at least, you think it will...