She let out a choking sob as she was finally released, and she greedily sucked in as much air as she possibly could. A moment later, she had become stable enough to speak to her attacker, but she had nothing to say that would sway the woman. Maya tried to tense, to fight back against those tentacles securing her arms behind her back, but her muscles stayed relaxed.<br/><br/>There was a foul taste in her mouth... She turned her head to the side and spit on the ground, trying to expel at least some of it. She knew she should resist until she died, but she had been cowed into docility, through physical means and, she suspected, something more subtle. Even before this woman threatened to choke the life out of her, Maya had found her resistance waning. With Zyr Chan's blessings, she sat on the edge of her bed, staring dully at the alien woman, her eyes glazed like an opium addict, and her mind just as hazed.