In a way

Mary Jane’s head was swimming. She could smell the alien musk of her captor; it was unnatural and it filled her with an odd sense of longing. It made sense, though. Venom was ultimately a creature of instinct and reproduction. It would most likely have some sort of pheromones to induce the desire to mate with its partner. However, MJ was not so simple as to fall prey to simple biology.

Though, she was hoping to spare herself from further discomfort. She knew Peter would be here soon to save her; perhaps she could placate her captor with fake platitudes and desire? It was worth a shot. While Venom was strong, intelligence was not his strong suit. She hoped that she could convince it of her resignation long enough to buy herself time and avoid getting hurt.

“Fine… You win…” She said in a dejected tone. “I can’t fight back… Do what you want with me.”