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“I heard your summons.”
“No.” I squeeze my eyes shut, breathe hard, and try to meditate myself out of this nightmare. Because this cannot be real.
“Forgive me,” he says.
I stiffen. “For what?”
“You are unsettled.”
A hysterical laugh bubbles up from my chest, and I snap my eyes open to find him still standing close enough to reach down and grab my feet.
“Of course I am… How did you put it? Unsettled.” I fling out an arm and point to the door. “Get out of my room before I call the police… Or an exorcist.”
“As you wish.”
At his words, some of the tightness in my chest loosens. Part of me expects him to hang around for a bit longer, maybe even do something nefarious, but as intruders go, this one is unusually polite.
But seconds later, he remains in place.
“What are you doing?” I fumble about for my phone, but my fingers brush against my clit-sucking rose toy. “Leave.”
The intruder spreads his arms wide, stretching them across the room until they, too, meld with the shadows.
Wait a damn minute. This is no intruder.
He’s a monster!
I toss a pillow at him, but a shadowy tentacle shoots out from his torso and catches it.
My stomach plummets into the mattress.
Tentacles, now?
“What is this?” he asks.
Not even attempting to answer, I swing my legs out of bed and dash across the room toward the door. I don’t care that I’m naked, nor do I care that my tits are bouncing painfully and hard—I need every ounce of energy to concentrate on speed.
Mr. Roberts lives downstairs. If I can get into the hallway and call for help—
A cool, slippery appendage coils around my waist, making me gasp.
“Help—”
Another tentacle wraps around my mouth, creating a gag
I run on the spot, launch myself forward, and dig my fingers beneath the slimy thing to wrench myself free, but he holds onto me like I’m his property.
No matter how hard I writhe and wriggle, I still can’t break free. The monster’s tentacles slither over my thighs, my knees, and my ankles, until I can no longer move. They even bind my wrists behind my back.
He lifts me off my feet and reels me in like a caught fish.
Panic explodes across my chest and I hyperventilate. This is worse than any tentacle porn I’ve read online because it’s real.
The monster wrenches my shoulders back, jutting my chest forward. Every ragged breath makes my nipples tingle, which is a strange thing to think about considering I’m about to die.
Tears fill my eyes and slide down my cheeks as I wait for the inevitable.
I haven’t seen the monster’s face, but in a minute, I’m sure he’ll open up a gaping maw filled with teeth. But he doesn’t.
