Summon the strength to fight

The stinking pink haze of the stone crawler's stomach is filled with the sloshing of the digestive fluids and the wet slithering of the many tendrils. Already the barbed tendrils that grip your ankles and slide up your pale thighs slopping your body in heavy mucus have raised bloody scratches in your skin and injected a dizzying dose of their poison. You feel relaxed and happy. Welcoming to the idea of whatever might happen.

"No!" you cry aloud, giving voice to some last reserve of willpower.

You shake off the tendrils gliding up your thighs towards your tender pussy and kick away the tendrils that grip your ankles. More tendrils slide out of the wall towards you, but you leap down with your boots splashing in the pool of digestive juices. You seize your short sword from the shimmering liquid. You can feel the digestive acid already beginning to saturate your boots.

Thinking quickly, you survey your surroundings. You could attempt to climb the tendrils lining the stomach and back up the stone crawler's narrow gullet. You could fight your way past the two huge purple tendrils coming towards you from the hazy depth's of the stone crawler's digestive system and hack your way deeper into the worm's innards. Perhaps the most direct route would be to simply hack at the tendril-covered wall until you can slice your way out of the stone crawler's belly.

You can feel the gargantuan worm still moving through the rocky tunnels. You must decide quickly. The tendrils do not appear to have any mind controlling them, but they are drawn to you and there are dozens of them.