"As it is, you trying to escape from my stomach would be good training for you," said Burtha.
"What do you mean?" you asked.
"Quickest way to deal with you would be to swallow you," said Burtha. "No need to tear you into pieces, if you're already in a stomach, surrounded by stomach acids that want to turn you into soup."
You gulped at this. "I don't know," you said.
The wolf pulled a couple of gold coins out of her pouch. "A friendly wager," she said. "Five gold if you escape."
"Um, I don't have any money," you said.
"In that case, I'll use you as a sex toy for a week, if you lose," said Burtha.
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