A Brutal Slasher Story - Please Add On To This

You leap further into the water, arms first in front of you to cut through the waves. You begin to swim out from shore, enjoying the crisp feeling of the water against your body as you slice, push, and pull your way through it. You slow down as you turn over and begin to back stroke, looking to shore for signs of Brandon.

Curiously, you don't see him. You come to a halt, floating upright as you look for any sign of him, wondering if he might be just around the corner before you catch a glimpse. Ideally, of Brandon already having stripped down to whatever he's going swimming in.

You focus so much attention on looking for Brandon that you completely ignore the water around you, especially as something starts moving towards you. In fact, you don't notice it at all until you feel it against your legs. And by the time you realize there's something touching you, you don't have time to react to it.

A slimy, long limb slides around your legs all the way up to your thighs, pulling them together suddenly as it wraps around and squeezes. You suddenly find their movement surprisingly restricted, and scream once you realize what's happening.

You feel a second tentacle wrap around your shapely hips, squeezing tight like the first, and you start to panic. About the only thing you don't need to worry about at the moment is drowning as the two tentacles start to lift you up out of the water, which frees your arms to try and fight back, hoping you might be able to get free.

It's an attempt that proves fruitless. While your try to put up a good fight, it's a fight that's short lived. Suddenly, a third tentacle wraps around your mid-rift, catching your arms underneath and squeezing them against your sides. You can do little more than scream and struggle - and you do both in abundance, and violently, the twists and turns of your body putting up as strong a fight as anyone could expect.

But it doesn't save you, especially as two more more tentacles grab on. One wraps its way around your chest, squeezing and giving its ample form an even further feminine shape. The other wraps first around your neck, then your mouth. First it cuts of your screams, then it starts to cut off your oxygen.

What was previously a valiant attempt to fight back and escape turns into an uncoordinated mess as you enter full panic mode, your restrained kicks and pulls of your arms and twists of your doing more to wear you out than actually help you escape.

Then you find yourself hardly able to move at all as you get folded in half, your legs forced up so that your face is forced against them, your feet sticking straight up in the air. The tentacles hold you tighter than ever, shifting to minimize your movements.

You think you hear something below you, but your efforts to look are in vain. All you know is that you're being lowered back down towards the water. Except when you get there, you find yourself being pushed past rows of teeth that pull you into somethings mouth, butt first.

You look up to see the sky one last time, and scream as your eyes go wide as can be as you're forced down the creatures throat, its mouth closing above you as its muscles squeeze around you, pushing and pulling you towards it digestive system.
End Of Story