Interactive P7
Added 2017-09-26 19:15:35 +0000 UTC
You scream into the abyss and nothing comes of it, the grip on your body just tightens and you're lifted all the higher. That chilling sense of dread is all too quickly replaced with the overbearing warm of warmth that washes over your body. As the creature before you spreads her lips, the breath seeping from between ivory teeth, you see the saliva strands snap and break away from those pointed peaks.
Squirming does nothing in her iron grip and as she lowers you towards her awaiting maw you feel completely helpless.
You are completely helpless.
You know it and she knows it and now you're about to be food.
