She lay there the last ounces of fight being drawn out of her. She was tired, the plant was stronger than she would ever be. As the tentacle entered her mouth, her eyes grew wide, she would be suffocated, die gagging. Then she felt the rush of air fill her lungs. It was keeping her alive, letting her breathe, she felt the rich coating being released in he throat and closed her eyes.<br/><br/>Her mid was raging as her body slumped in the plants grasp. She started to feel euphoria, an excitement to have the plant surround her. She was fighting herself now. The voices of good and evil in her brain. One telling her to keep fighting, to not give in, the other to enjoy it, to give in to the plant and let it do what I wished with her. Yes her mind was conflicted, but as the plant took possession of her, Emma began to slowly submit to it's pleasures.