As she continued her meal, William's attempts at escape became more erratic violent, as she continued up his waist he tried to beat her off with his bound hands, to no avail. His lower body was becoming soaked in saliva, he could feel his feet and legs pinned to each other in Emma's throat, meaning that trying to kick was just as pointless. "P-pause, we can... p-please, we can n-negotiate." He continued his protests, begging for his life.