A Brutal Slasher Story - Please Add On To This
You let out a scream. A high-pitched, blood-curdling scream of panic and terror. A scream that you let out with all the might you can at the very top of your lungs. The kind of scream that distressed damsels everywhere excel at.
Which is appropriate, because about the time you stop screaming just long enough to breath and start a second, a tentacle reaches out and wraps around you. You find the slimy appendage squeezing you your torso just below your breasts, which given the position of your arms squeezes them against your chest with your hands pointed upwards, your bosom's ample shape amplified as they're pushed upwards - your arms are rendered completely immobilized by how tightly they're pushed against your breasts, you can just barely move your hands, and even they're not good for much in their new position.
Before you can really get your head around your situation, however, you're lifted up out of the water and into the air, your screams intensifying - if that were possible - as you kick your legs with wild abandon. You're not even quite sure what you're doing, you're just panicked and reacting in the only way available to you.
You think you notice Brandon trying to rush forward to do something to help, but he's quickly swatted aside with another one of the creatures many tentacles. But you don't have much time or focus to think about that. Your mindset is entirely focused - or rather, lacking focus - on the fact that you are now upside down, in the air, and in absolutely no control. Especially after another tentacle wraps its way around your legs, squeezing them together.
You continue to scream as you struggle with futility, trying to squirm your way out of the creatures slimy and sticky grip. But as much as you kick, and as much as you try to move your arms, you're held tight, helpless, left with nothing to do but scream.
Your hair hangs down below you as you find yourself hanging upside down. And soon, you find yourself hanging upside down over the creatures mouth. Your screams stop for an ever-so-brief moment as you look down and your mind goes blank from terror at the thought of what that means - you're about to become lunch.
Your screams resume as you watch yourself be helplessly lowered into the monsters mouth, your hair soon passing in, then your head follows. You feel the disgusting moisture all around you as its tongue and then throat press against your body. Even if the tentacles let go of you, it means nothing - the throat pressed around your body and drags you down towards its gut as your legs follow - you try giving a few wild, powerful kicks as you disappear, but they accomplish nothing, and soon, even that's impossible as you slide into the creatures stomach, left with nothing to do but await suffocation or digestion.
Whichever comes first.
Which is appropriate, because about the time you stop screaming just long enough to breath and start a second, a tentacle reaches out and wraps around you. You find the slimy appendage squeezing you your torso just below your breasts, which given the position of your arms squeezes them against your chest with your hands pointed upwards, your bosom's ample shape amplified as they're pushed upwards - your arms are rendered completely immobilized by how tightly they're pushed against your breasts, you can just barely move your hands, and even they're not good for much in their new position.
Before you can really get your head around your situation, however, you're lifted up out of the water and into the air, your screams intensifying - if that were possible - as you kick your legs with wild abandon. You're not even quite sure what you're doing, you're just panicked and reacting in the only way available to you.
You think you notice Brandon trying to rush forward to do something to help, but he's quickly swatted aside with another one of the creatures many tentacles. But you don't have much time or focus to think about that. Your mindset is entirely focused - or rather, lacking focus - on the fact that you are now upside down, in the air, and in absolutely no control. Especially after another tentacle wraps its way around your legs, squeezing them together.
You continue to scream as you struggle with futility, trying to squirm your way out of the creatures slimy and sticky grip. But as much as you kick, and as much as you try to move your arms, you're held tight, helpless, left with nothing to do but scream.
Your hair hangs down below you as you find yourself hanging upside down. And soon, you find yourself hanging upside down over the creatures mouth. Your screams stop for an ever-so-brief moment as you look down and your mind goes blank from terror at the thought of what that means - you're about to become lunch.
Your screams resume as you watch yourself be helplessly lowered into the monsters mouth, your hair soon passing in, then your head follows. You feel the disgusting moisture all around you as its tongue and then throat press against your body. Even if the tentacles let go of you, it means nothing - the throat pressed around your body and drags you down towards its gut as your legs follow - you try giving a few wild, powerful kicks as you disappear, but they accomplish nothing, and soon, even that's impossible as you slide into the creatures stomach, left with nothing to do but await suffocation or digestion.
Whichever comes first.
