Hack your way out through its side!

There's no time to try to fight your way back out of the stone crawler's gullet or into its reeking guts. You splash through the digestive liquids and kick and slash at the tendrils that extend from the stomach wall towards you. Where you cut them, quivering hunks drop into the stomach fluid and begin to dissolve in murky clouds. You clear several of the tendrils with your sword, hacking them off at their base. You pierce two of the bulging sphincters and unleash bursts of acids that burn your arms and the bare flesh of your breasts and stomach. The pain is minor, the acids slow-working.

You begin to hack and hack at the wall of the beast's stomach. Black blood gushes from the long slashes you create. The slippery stomach wall parts and you begin to slash into the rippling muscles. These are much tougher than the stomach wall and as you tire yourself hacking away at the throbbing muscles the tendrils continue to lash out at you and scratch your legs and your body. You're dizzy from all the venom, but you keep hacking, finally parting the way through the muscle and revealing the last layer of buttery yellow fat before the creature's skin.

Suddenly you feel a sharp pain in your feet and you're pulled with a splash into the digestive pool. One of the two different and much larger purple tendrils has engulfed one of your feet and is biting you painfully. The whole foot suddenly goes numb and you feel yourself becoming lightheaded. With a **** cry you hack at the dark tendril swallowing your foot. The leathery material parts and red blood - your blood - gushes out of its long throat as you sever the tendril's "head."

You've lost a lot of blood and you're exhausted, but you're almost there. You stagger back to your feet, enduring more prickling strikes from the small tendrils swarming around you and batting away more. Finally you swing your sword again and again, hacking through the fat layer and biting into the bloody skin of the beast.

With a **** cry you pierce the skin and your sword clangs loudly against something hard...hard and moving... You hack and hack as the tendrils, now in a defensive frenzy, scratch and slash, shredding your dissolving clothes and opening wounds all over your back and legs and sides.

There's no escape this way, only the gliding wall of stone as the worm that swallowed you burrows through the earth. You sink to your knees as the tendrils wrap your glistening, scalded body up and drag you back into a seething mass of them. You surrender to the venom, writhing in ecstasy, escape forgotten, as your blood seeps out through your wounded foot and the tendrils flay your flesh. By the time the tendrils have finished with you there are only scraps of soft meat clinging to your bones. These too will digest in time, leaving behind only the magical Shining Stone that was in your pack.

You did not give up easily, but it is small consolation, for you have died and failed in your quest.