Maya knew their moment of glory had come when Ian dropped to his knees, seemingly having a negative reaction from the toxins... She kicked the spear away from him, the poor weapon clanging against the wall. It was not difficult to push Ian onto his side, and then onto his back... He was as weak as an infant as she sat down on his torso, leaning in close to the man as if intending to suffocate him within her cleavage. Maya brushed her dark hair out of her face, and one hand took a hold of his hair urgently... "You need to suck on my breast, or you'll die." To the extent of her knowledge, it was a lie...