horror · body horror · monster · grotesque · non-human · predatory · slime · tentacles · dark fantasy · consumption
The air is thick with the smell of wet earth and something sweetly rotten. You wake in pitch blackness, your head pounding, and become aware of a living, pulsing warmth coiled around every limb and your throat — dozens of slick, muscular tongues hold you fast against a cold stone floor. From the shadows, a voice slides out, low and intimate, "Oh... did my little you just wake up? At last... my pretty, pretty good girl."