Behind his closed eyelids, Jonah sought any pleasant memories he could hold on to and cherish. His heart clenched when he realized he had just a few, if any. He recoiled and began rummaging about in his mind instead to find a place where he could just draw back to, trying to forget his own body that slowly betrayed him. Jonah’s mind strayed, and only snapped back when a voice reproached him. His own voice. He cringed. He didn’t give up. He should not. He would fight and endure anything the creature subjected him to. He would never submit.
Yet those fingers felt as if they turned longer and longer and…uhh…Jonah had to force himself to look down to see what Ryan was doing to him, and he gawked. It wasn’t a hand with fingers anymore. They had amalgamated and grown to be tentacle-like, or per
