Fight your way back up its gullet!

You may be able to hack your way out of the stone crawler's stomach, but you realize that if it is burrowing through rock you'll still have no way out. You're not going to fight your way deeper into its living bowels, you have no idea what danger you may face within the gargantuan worm. The closest and only exit is the worm's mouth.

You splash through the digestive liquids pooling in the stomach as the dark tendrils lash out at you and open new scratches on your arms and legs. Your bare breasts are raw and red from the gusts of digestive acid that explode from the sphincters on the stomach wall. You hack your way past a dense tangle of tendrils and begin to climb the writhing, eel-like appendages. They sting and prick your hands as you seize them and use them to climb up the wall towards the large gullet sphincter at the top of the stomach chamber.

Behind you, from the hazy darkness, emerge two much larger tendrils, wriggling up the wall behind you. They climb much more easily than you and are soon dragging at your ankles. You kick and slash with your sword and drive one back, but the other curls around your leg like a python. You scream as it bites you painfully on the side, sinking fangs through the flesh of your stomach. Immediately you feel a wave of sickness as you realize it is draining your blood.

You've almost reached the sphincter out of the stomach. You drag the vampiric tendril along with you, its head still gnawing painfully at your side. When you reach the glistening pucker of the sphincter you wrap a tendril around your wrist and let go with your other hand to grab at your sword. You drive the sword through the biting appendage's "head" and it immediately releases you. Red blood - your blood - sprays out of its wound and wets your legs as the thrashing appendage falls away.

You're exhausted and sick from blood loss, but you pull yourself up to the entrance to the gullet and **** your arm through the sphincter. Immediately the the sphincter opens wide and the creature's stomach spasms. You are heaved up its throat on a scalding river of acid and you flood into its mouth. The hook-toothed nightmare of its maw opens up and you wash out into a stony tunnel, gasping for fresh air.

You laugh with joy and climb to your feet. As you turn you realize that the respite from your nightmare was only momentary. The yawning mouth of the stone crawler surges towards you, engulfing you in a single gulp. Dozens of hooked teeth pierce your flesh and in a moment you're torn apart by the muscular action of the creature's jaws. This time you descend into its belly as a mangled slurry without any thoughts of escape.

Though you did not surrender to your fate you still perished. You did, at least, teach the stone crawler a valuable lesson: always chew your food.