#389241 - The tentacle that wrapped her upper body selected a single arm to subdue about the pit, elbow and wrist, and then another tentacle did the same to her free arm. My head grinds against the wood of the cross, and my cries turn to pathetic sobs. I’m guided to her, my body writhing in rhythm to the evil that propels it, the same evil that propels her.
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