Fully soaked in spit

She has you in her clutches
She won't let you go
Even if she did where would you go?
Shrunken down to tasty morsel size, helplessly slipping and sliding in the drool as she savours your scent, your taste, your delicious flavour of fear.
You are fully soaked in spit and your fate is sealed.
Down the back of her throat you shall go!