Susan watches the Swampsac as her mother's body kicks and squirms in true suffering. Aedyr's muffled screams can be heard lightly as tendrils snake across her body through the thin stretched skin of the beast. Blood gurgles from the tightly clamped mouth as the meat inside jiggles and jackknifes in ineffectual escape attempts. Her shrill screams are turned into choked sobs and she begins to convulse wildly in her death throes.
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuurrrrrrrrggggghhhhh" groans the slumping thing entombed in the monster's belly. the meat-lump that was once a loving mother of 7, rattles its last breath and dies alone in the dark stomach. In tens of minutes, her plump breasts and childbearing hips are whittled down to stark bony outlines in front of her daughter's eyes. Aedyr lies still and Susan begins to guess at her own mind-breaking fate, the little girl defiling the memory of her ancestors by taking a long streaming piss and crapping herself with a cute, wet little fart. Then, the creature turned its attention to her.