You struggle to free yourself from the puddles, but it's all in vain. It's like they hardened the second you fell in trapping you there. Luckily you can still breathe, but this has to be the most uncomfortable position you've ever been in.
That's not bad enough though. No, apparently fate wants to make damn sure it ruins your night. As you continue to struggle against the unyielding latex, it seems to shift. It doesn't feel like it's giving way, but rather like it's just making sure this is as unpleasant as is humanly possible. The puddles that consumed you hands and feet clamp tightly around your wrists and ankles, changing the shapes of the cavities your body parts occupy so that you have to hold your fingers and toes in extremely awkward positions. While they do all this, the latex also wriggles and squeezes all along the parts it's captured, pinching and tickling and sometimes even painfully crushing your hands and feet. It doesn't feel like it's breaking anything, but it still hurts a hell of a lot.
Meanwhile, the purple puddle around your head gets to work. It squeezes around your neck, leaving barely enough room to breathe. As it does, it begins to gently massage your face... and then massage a little more vigorously... and then apply a little more pressure... Within moments, what had started as an admittedly soothing massage has become less soothing and more excruciating as the latex repeatedly crushes and then pulls hard at your face. You don't feel it doing anything to your scalp or ears, but your face is feeling enough pain for both of them.
All of this goes on for minutes - your fingers being pinched, your feet prodded, your face pulverized - until, finally, it all stops. Is it over?