You figure you're fucked, so why not try to psyche her out? Sure, she has your arms pinned, but for all she knows, you're stronger than you look.
So you bluff. You tell her, “Or maybe I'll walk out of here with a nice plumped out gut...” The look on her face is a priceless, wide-eyed stare. Riding the momentum of your words, you carry on with whatever comes to mind. “Sloshing, churning... 'till your nothing but flab...” You begin to smirk. “Then I'll strut around, my stomach jiggling with every step... and I'll brag to everyone how I got Doki down my gullet and turned her into bellyfat.” A toothy grin accompanies your aggressive words. A part of you even believes what you just said.
After a moment, she replies to you, “Y-You don't have the guts...” Yet, even in her voice, you can sense her boldness now wavering. Her breathing is sharper. Her hands are shaking, ever so slightly. Clearly, she's getting nervous...
