Her struggles seem to be working, for the moment, as she manages to pull away from the vines pushing at her lower half, delaying their penetration by a moment or two. The vine in her mouth writhes and wriggles in and out, almost deep enough to gag her, but pulling out far enough to allow her to breathe, if she times it right.<br/><br/>It's only a matter of time, though, before she becomes too tired to fight back.