Disclaimer: Please be advised that the following work of fiction contains themes of rape. Any similarity to actual characters or situations is purely coincidental. Reader discretion is strongly advised.
Liza tries to fight back, but she’s no match for the group of men. They overpower her, tearing off her clothes and violating her in every way imaginable. They leer at her, making vulgar comments and propositions, and before she knows it, they’ve forced her to the ground and are taking turns violating her. But even as she lies there, barely conscious and in pain, a part of her can’t help but feel a thrill of excitement.
The men leave Liza there, lying in the street and gasping for breath. But as she lies there, she realizes that she’s not alone. Another group of men has come across her, and they’re eager to continue where the first group left off. And so, Liza finds herself being passed from one group of men to another, violated and abused over and over again.
And then, she was drugged, causing her to hallucinate.
Suddenly, she felt a strange tingling sensation in the soles of her feet. She looked down and saw that the pavement was writhing and pulsing beneath her. She tried to step back, but she was rooted to the spot. The ground started to split open, and a massive tentacle emerged.
The tentacle was covered in slimy, green scales, and its tip was split into a dozen writhing tendrils. Liza’s eyes widened in terror as she realized what was happening. The ten…