"No, stop! Get back, get-nononono! AHHH!"
Anna's screams were muffled by the slithering of black slimy tentacles filling up her mouth. She gagged and struggled, but the tendrils held her in place. As if to add disgust to humiliation, the fangirl's eyes expanded in a hurry and her mouth widened. Hose-like tendrils came out everywhere and began spraying Anna. She tussled and fidgeted in place fruitlessly. With each spray of black goop, her body was less mobile. The substance was cold, sticky, and utterly dense. It solidified to her body on contact, leaving a slimy black gel that when amassed would become amorphous like an unyielding blob. After a minute Anna's body went still, completely trapped in a gooey, crystalline trap of the stuff. The fangirl's eyes and mouth returned calm and she fell back. It was done.
Anna was her instinctive mantra, her subconscious Raison d'etre. All of her mind's neurological components existed to serve the vain glory that was Anna. Since that involved keeping her safe from herself, she'd done the act on instinct to preserve the object of her affections. Anna was now her queen, her royal jelly and pupating essence from which all Annadom could be protected from all in one.
More savage and inhuman than reasoning, the bestial fangirl wondered off. She needed to cleanse this mall of all intruders.
Anna would prevail.
She needed a hive.
