A cold, slick tentacle slid toward the doorway.
I snapped fully awake, but by then it was already too late to struggle free. I had never imagined I would end up at the mercy of an octopus, and fear knotted together with panic as those wet, slippery tentacles wrapped tightly around me.
Seeing no way out, I shut my eyes and forced myself to go still, hoping that if I stopped fighting, it might hurt me less.
But just then, the octopus suddenly shuddered.
It released me at once and shrank back into the corner. Its large red head trembled nonstop, as if something had frightened it.
Confused, I slowly climbed up and carefully poked one of its tentacles with my finger.
The octopus recoiled even harder until only its round head remained visible over the edge of the bathtub.
Seeing how shake
