Aslinn was fighting more, but it was rather useless. She tried to slap away his wandering hands, but they just went back. She closed her eyes, thinking 'This can't be real!' Every time he swallowed and took more of her in, she tried to will it away, to chalk it up as her imagination. But it was just too real. Soon enough, his distorted mouth was wrapped around her waist. Her hands pushed against his own as she tried to pry them off her body. "Please don't..." she whispered, "I don't want to die..."