The smell in the pit is unbearable, like sweat, and you are tangled in a tuft of hair on a large piece of his navel. He removes his shorts. He proceeds to step in the shower. He activates the piping hot water and grabs the soap from a stand in the corner. You feel the need to wriggle, to attempt to escape your musky prison. He feels your movement and mistakes you for a piece of lint. "Oh, must have a piece of fluff in there," he mutters under his breath. His finger, covered in soap suds, enters your cavern and presses up against your torso, knocking the breath out of you. Eventually, you fall unconscious, When you awake, perhaps only a few seconds later, you are...
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