For a couple seconds Daisy didn't say anything. Marc was left with the sounds of her groaning insides and the lake of melted ice cream he'd been devoured with. Marc was starting to get worried. There was sweat on his forehead, and it wasn't just caused by the sweltering confines of the humid stomach.
"Daisy?"
"Oh, Marc, ah just feel awful about this whole thing. Ah never intended to eat you up, ah swear!"
Marc gulped. He didn't like the sound of her tone. "I know you didn't Daisy. It's alright. I forgive you. Just let me out."
"That's the thing," Daisy said sadly. "Ah can't let ya out."
"WHAT?!"
"Ya see, Marc, ah have a match tomorrow. Ah've already won a couple matches in a row, and ya know what happens when ah reach ten. Ah get promoted to the Gold Division! And... ya see... the last time ah threw up before a fight, it ended up bein' the worst match of my life. Ah lost in the first minute!"
"Daisy that's just a coincidence!" Marc said desperately.
"Ah just can't take that chance, Marc. Not when ah'm on a winnin' streak."
"So you're just gonna digest me out of some stupid superstition?!"
"Ah'm sorry, darlin'. Ah know these rituals sound crazy to some folk, but ah hope you can understand. You're really cute, and so tasty, but ah just can't afford to let ya out. Ah'm here to be the best fighter the ASL's ever known, and, sometimes... bein' the best means ya gotta be a lil' ruthless."
Marc raged and screamed inside her, but as far as Daisy was concerned, the conversation was over. She went about her day, training for her match the next day, lifting weights, doing exercises and practicing her moves on a training dummy. It would've been better to practice against a live target but that was no longer an option. If Marc thought things couldn't get any worse, he hadn't counted on living through a training regime with Daisy on the inside. Her stomach was like a zero-g chamber as his captor flipped through the air and taking Marc with her. He was weightless for a few moments before falling back into the lake of stomach acid and ice cream. He was squeezed and contracted like an accordion as he did crunches and squats. The absolute worst, however, were the belly flops. By the time Daisy's training was done, Marc had blacked, floating in the tingling liquid inside her stomach.
He woke up hours later as Daisy was getting ready for bed. He was in so much pain at this point that he'd like to say that digestion would be a mercy, but he'd be lying. He really didn't want to die, and as soon as he woke up he resumed his feeble pleas and struggles to convince Daisy to let him go. Unfortunately, his struggles weren't doing anything to change Daisy's mind. If anything, they convinced her to keep Marc inside her. In her opinion, one of the best parts of having a living meal was the massage they gave you inside your tummy. It tickled and was soothing all at once.
Daisy got into bed and pulled up the covers, then talked to the occupant of her engorged belly. "Well, darlin', ah'm sorry it has to be this way. We may not have known each other for very long, but you were a real sweetie. Ah would've liked it if ya could've stuck around a bit longer, but ah guess it just wasn' meant to be."
Her unwilling meal gave out a last desperate shout and pounded furiously against her stomach. The commotion caused gas to build up inside her and Daisy let out the biggest belch of her life.
"UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP P!"
Something came shooting out of her mouth and she caught it easily. It was Marc's employee ID.
"Oh, darlin'! Did ya wanna give me a souvenir to remember ya by? That's so sweet of you!" She smacked her lips. "And ya gave me one last taste too. Ah'm really gonna miss ya. No other assistant has ever been as givin' to me as you've been. Ah'll cherish this forever."
The sound coming from Daisy's gut may have been a groan or a sob. Daisy slipped Marc's employee ID into her substantial cleavage and turned off the light.
"Nighty, night Marc."
The next day Daisy made it to her match bright and early. She was bright, refreshed, and had a happy, warm feeling in her stomach. The match that followed was the easiest fight of her entire career. To her complete surprise, the opponent she'd been dreading was knocked out with only one punch. She was amazed with herself until she got back to her room and remembered Marc's employee ID still stuck between her monumental breasts. It didn't take much for Daisy to come up with a new superstition.
"Oh darlin', you really are my lucky charm."
Daisy slipped the ID with Marc's awkwardly grinning face on it back into her cleavage. From that day on, she'd never fight another match without her lucky charmed snuggled between her breasts. Her winning streak continued and before Daisy knew it, she had fought and beaten Avery herself, finally getting into the top ASL league. She remained in the Gold Division for the rest of her career, and she never lost a single fight. When asked about her amazing success, Daisy said she owed it all to her assistant giving her a lucky charm.
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