Lyra tried her best to yell out, the thick tubing obstructing her throat, only able to force out a mute grunt.  
The discomfort of tubing filling every orifice in her body was strange, every movement sent shudders through the objects, relentlessly pumping into her.  
Even her nostrils, packed with tubing running down to her lungs, allowing her to breath while simultaneously having some form of warm liquid pumped all the way down her throat and into her churning stomach.  
Loud cracking and and ruffling was heard from the earphones, clipped onto her ears.  
A splunk followed by a dull hum was heard.  
She felt something hard make it’s way down the tubing in her throat, entering her mouth uninvited.  
The soundscape changed, a low but rapid thumping beat, accompanied by slick gurgling sounds.  
Sloshing, gurgling, and bubbling of thick liquid filled her ears.  
Someone had just slipped a microphone into her tube, she let out another groan, drowned out to herself by the sounds from within her own belly.  
If only she could wrench the stuck ring off of her horn, she may be able to stop the restless machines, before her own body would being digesting its payload, rendering her impossibly immobile; permanently!