You . . . Y-You yank your . . . s-sight away from . . . from . . .
The lamia holds your spinning head in her firm tail and you continue to stare into the alluring universe of her swirling eyes, as endless as the sky and as bright as star. Every color is a joy to behold; why would you look away from her?
Oh, fig. The lamia isn’t having any of your escaping. She has your head held tight, and you’re too dizzy to pull away. The lamia’s hypnosis holds you in place and . . .