While you watch Fulda closes her lips, the light from outside gradually being blocked until there's not as much as a pinprick shining through. She pulls the fork forward, bringing you and your bed of spinach back toward her lips. You're pushed against the inside of her tightened ring of muscle as you slide off her fork, your ankle coming loose with the rest of the spinach.

Before you can act Fulda's tongue slams into you, knocking you back behind her teeth along with the rest of her food. Her teeth slam shut, sealing you inside the impenetrable wall of bone. You're thrown to the roof of her mouth by her tongue, then held in place by her tongue flattening out beneath you. There's a very uncomfortable sensation of your skin being pulled at as she sucks on you, and saliva rushes past you and toward the back of her throat.

Fulda sucks on you for nearly a minute, the sound and feeling driving you insane, before her tongue flicks you to the side. You mix in with the rest of her salad, and end up trapped between two saliva-drenched leaves of spinach. The sound of her molars grinding together when she chews makes no mystery of what's about to happen. The leaves shift again, but no more will you be tormented by her molars: this time you're caught between them, and you burst open.

What used to be you mixes with the rest of the chewed salad and gets pushed to the back of Fulda's throat, where she promptly swallows you.