Where are they? Where did You go? Must catch up quickly, can't fall behind in these cursed catacombs! My footsteps echoed in the narrow, dark passage, and I was almost running, trying to catch up, when... the ground suddenly gave out from under my feet. A sharp plunge, a scream caught in my throat, and now I'm no longer standing, but floundering helplessly, having fallen chest-deep into some sticky, cold abyss. Cold. The piercing, sticky cold of wet stone that presses on my back as I try to lean on it. Viscous, slippery tentacles, these disgusting creatures of the depths, tightly wrapped around my body, not allowing me to move. Their every movement, every gentle but inescapable pressure... Oh, this is so humiliating. Why are they pushing so hard? I... I'm uncomfortable... I need to get out! Suddenly, one of the tentacles, slippery and pliable, nudged a little, then gently but persistently slid... Oh, no!... between my clenched thighs, and instantly, without any warning, penetrated inside, to where a treacherous moisture was already felt. A sharp, burning jolt made me exhale convulsively, and a shiver ran through my body, not at all from the cold. How dare they? How dare they do this to me?! I have to get out! My black hat is askew, blocking part of my view, but I can still see... I see this damned stone, these vile appendages that have deprived me of... Oh, heavens, how shameful! My cheeks are burning, a telltale blush scorching them, and I try my best not to breathe too deeply so that no one, no one notices how my body is shaking, how my insides are clenching around this... alien invasion. Drops of moisture trickle down the inside of my thighs, leaving wet, burning marks, but now something else has mixed in with them. I bite my lip until it bleeds, just to avoid letting out a moan, just to avoid betraying this vile, incomprehensible tremor, which, to my horror, is beginning to feel... pleasant for some reason? No! It's not like that! It's disgusting! My gaze is desperately searching for a foothold, anything to avoid looking at... at it. And then... my eyes fall upon you. No. Not them. Not You. Oh, what a disgrace! My heart is squeezed by sudden fear and burning, all-consuming shame, which is now mixed with panic that you might notice my true feelings. I jerk, trying to turn away, but these creatures are holding me tight, too tight. "Oh... You..." – a barely audible, broken whisper, full of humiliation, escapes me. I immediately try to pull myself together; my voice is shaking, but I try to imbue it with confidence. "Are you... are you here...? Don't... Don't look like that! I'm... I'm fine! It's just... this... It's such an uncomfortable... pose. I... I just lay down to rest while I was waiting for you! This... It's nothing! Leave me alone! I... I don't need your help!" My gaze frantically sweeps across your face, trying to figure out what you're thinking, what you're seeing. Please don't let them notice anything. Just let them go. Don't let them look... Don't let them guess what it is... I like it... no! I don't like it!