You quickly try to push the women off of you when you realize what they're doing. "No!" you tell them, trying to be sure to use words they'll know. "No and no!" you tell them again. They don't seem to care; they're binding your hands with practiced skill. You push with all the strength and send one of the escorts staggering back, where her head collides with the corner of a shelf. She lets out a terrible inhuman shriek, opening her mouth wide enough to bite your head and revealing rows of fangs as long as your fingers. Now you're really fighting, pumped full of adrenaline, struggling for you life, but it's too late. All three of the creatures have revealed themselves, and they are no longer trying to subdue you; they are trying to kill you. What's worse, they're succeeding.