The surrender of the will.
“It’s too late for me” Thinks Elisa Mazza as she feels the slimy slug carving trough her ear, she already feels how the pain turns to arousal. She can see in the lifeless eyes of her friend Angela, that she’ll soon be a puppet without will, ready to please her new masters. She tries to scream, but no sound comes from her mouth, she can only feel how her sex begins to drip as she loses her will to fight to the an arousing bliss.