The steaming liquid sloshes as the cup lifts up, a miniscule amount for one of the proper size, but creating intense waves that wash over your miniscule form and push you down beneath the surface. You manage to resurface, gasping for air, but that's about the only thing you manage to do before you're pulled past your boss's lips as she sips her coffee. Your brief view of her mouth doesn't last long either as you're swept along with the current, a completely unnoticed and insignificant addition to the torrent of liquid caffeine going down her throat. You're finally given some small mercy as the flood reaches its end in her stomach, washing you up against one of the walls where you cling on and manage to get some rest, at least enough to re-orient yourself after being tossed around by your boss's drink.
Still, now you found yourself trapped in the hot, oppressive expanse of Eve's stomach with her having no clue you were even in here. You didn't know how you were supposed to get her attention for some sort of rescue or even if you'd be able to survive. For the moment at least you weren't in any pain from her stomach's liquids though if it was because it was dilluted by coffee or for some other reason you couldn't say...
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