She notes the discomfort and tries not to use it again. She nods, trying to recall what she remembers of the creature. It was strange, just thinking about it produces a haze, as though she could almost feel her consciousness drift by its presence.

The movement of intestine against throat feels awful. Despite herself, she's starting to sniffle and hiccup at her current situation. Everything was awful and there was nothing she could do about it. Grim thoughts float into her head as she ponders whether this will be her life in perpetuity. It won't, of course, but yards of intestine still had a way of producing worry.

She could feel the bulge in her belly beginning to shrink and knew that it won't be long before the full length of the intestine comes out. As uncomfortable and raw as her throat felt, she didn't dare raise a voice of complaint or to take a break. Just a little more and the other end will be out.