No

Martha climbs on top of you once again. kissing you slowly then passionately, before once again attempting her kiss of ****. Her soft red hair brushes over your face, you feel her legs locked around yours, and once again you try and struggle, but this time you're weaker, or maybe Martha's stronger, and soon your lungs are burning and you're praying for unconsciousness to arrive.

Eventually it does, and you find your dreams filled with the sound of Martha's laughter.