Jessica darts forward, barely missing your head when you duck to the ground and roll behind. Quickly you run out the door to her room, hopping over the coughing form of Mizomi. You race down the hallways with the echoing steps of Jessica's bare feet slapping the tiles behind you.

Unfourtunately for you, you make a wrong turn and the hallway dead ends. Oops.

Turning around you catch just a glimpse of Jessica's cavernous mouth descending over your frightened face. In short order she shoves you down her throat with great slurping gulps. Before long she's shoving your feet in after you and chugging down the formula. She licks her fingers and heads back to her room to sleep you off.

You fight valiantly, but an hour later her highly trained system has already made short work of your body, and you're nothing more than a lump of nutrients emptying into her system.