Kiss her ass.

Finally, you relent, and plant a series of kisses all over her round bottom, a pretty near-universal symbol of submission and admission of inferiority.

"Awww..." she speaks condescendingly, "that's adorable sweetie, but it's too late now."

Your heart drops. You missed your last chance to come out of this alive, and worst of all, you've given her the satisfaction of your complete submission. She has completely dominated you. Red hot rage fills your gut as you realize this is how it will end, and Smotherella, still laughing at your ignominious defeat, will get away it.

It's just not fair... it's not fair! That's what you tell yourself as she smothers the life out of you.

In your final moments, you curse yourself for being so weak. Oddly enough, your last thoughts aren't occupied by wishes of freedom. You deeply regret caving and giving her the satisfaction of kissing her ass, but that doesn't matter now. Your rage quickly turns despair as your body grows weak, completely unable to move. With nothing left to lose, you use the last of your strength to plant more kisses, either out of desperation or perhaps just to worship it.

Everything you can see is already black, but eventually, the sounds of her mocking laughter fade away, as does the pain. You die angry, bitter and humiliated.