The Coil of Her Stomach: ?

It shivered in the coil of her stomach, meeping softly to itself as if to console itself against a coming loss. "Don't worry," she whispered to it, "you won't lose me. You can't. We've been together since you were born--how could I lose you now?" It was a lie, and she knew it. They were locked together in one of bad Zach's storage closets. He was called bad Zach for a reason, and only one of them was that his twin brother, also named Zach, had won the moniker good Zach by being so very good with the ladies. In a lot of ways, she preferred bad Zach--just not when he'd locked her in here for holding back on his last cut of what she'd stolen. She told herself that nobody would miss what she took, but she knew that that was a lie, too. When she'd had money, she'd still noticed every bloody--

Inspiration: My stomach is meeping?
Story Potential: Low.
Notes: Though I do really want to know what's meeping against her stomach.