Keep fighting!

You'd rather fight to the bitter end than submit. It's just how you are. Besides, you know that submitting means Smotherella's ****, and there's no way in hell you're gonna let her win, not after all the pain she's causing you. Without any more strength, however, all you can do is paw at her thighs uselessly and mutter incoherently. Smotherella, looking down at you between her legs, rolls her eyes and clicks her tongue.

"Tch. What a weakling."

You notice she isn't crushing you anymore, which is good, but you still don't have the strength to move, and you really wish you did. The musky odor of her crotch is overwhelming, and now all you want to do is close your eyes and take a nap. But you can't. You have to keep fighting.

"Guh..." you mutter as your eyes begin to flutter.

Smotherella just shakes her head, and chuckles a bit to herself. "Okay, bye bye, loser."

No! I can't lose! I can't-

SNAP!

The last thing you feel is a sharp pang of fear as her legs suddenly twist to the right, snapping your neck. A bitter end indeed, but at least (mostly) painless.