Brenda Lynn Squeeeze

She had wanted to move, but she couldn’t. The colors were just too mesmerizing. It had seemed like her brain had shut down, and the longer she stood there, the more she could feel the coils work their way up her leg and towards her torso, tightening the higher they got. She had wished her brain would choose to work, but it had felt like her mind was totally reset. The coils kept on getting tighter and tighter until all she could think about were those mesmerizing eyes. She kept on attempting to move, but it was already too late. Either she’d soon end up in the snakes stomach, or she’d become its pet, but now, she is all under his control, and there is nothing she can do about it.