Fantasy Life/ Page 27

From Create Your Own Story

You lie naked on the cold cement floor looking for some way to escape while your captor flails about like a lunatic. You are just starting to loosen the rope around your wrists when you notice a strange red glow. A look of manic joy covers the woman's face as you both realize that the lines and runes drawn on the floor are the source of the blood-red light.

As the seconds pass the light from the circle grows brighter and brighter. The light begins to pulse and throb, the woman's voice rises in a crescendo to match the increasing light. At the center of the the glowing circle, the floor on which you rest remains dark but you can feel the cement getting warmer against your flesh. You are transfixed by what is going on around you, never having believed that it could be possible.

There is a noise behind you like a heavy thump. Then there is another at your feet. The woman seems to be staring wide-eyed at something behind you. She almost falters in her chanting. A movement in front of you catches your eye. Right in front of your eyes a small hump, about four inches across, grows out of the floor. A moment later the hump has grown into a tendril over four feet long!

The long tentacle lays itself across your body. You feel the weight of what is likely other tendrils all along your body. The tentacles appear to be getting tighter. They are pressing you into the ground. With every passing moment you expect the life to be choked out of you.

The tentacles seem to have some kind of spines that are digging into your body. The feeling is almost indescribable. They are not penetrating any existing orifices, nor are they tearing at your skin. It is almost like the tentacles are growing into your body.

The ground beneath you undulates and turns soft. The rope anchoring your feet snaps as you are lifted into the air. You realize that the thick flagella were not trying to crush you against the floor, they were using your body as an anchor to pull the rest of the being through the portal. A moment later you are sharing the center of the magical circle with a giant, pulsating mass of tentacles.

You feel as if the monster before you is staring at you, studying you. Then the feeling of the tentacles squeezing and growing into your body swells to agony as the creature descends on you.

You are alone in the center of the circle. You are still naked, but you are no longer bound. The woman has stopped her changing and is looking at you in horror. Understanding blooms in your mind, knowledge from somewhere beyond the cosmos. She got it almost right. Your captor performed every task of the ritual perfectly, with one small mistake: she switched the positions of the priest and the sacrifice.

With that knowledge comes more. You are now permanently bonded with the creature that was summoned. That creature is not truly a demon, but a being from another dimension of space. The tentacles were merely how tiny bits of the being, single cells or less, appear when projected into your dimension. You can now cause parts of your partner-being to project into your own dimension in the form of tentacles that you can control. These tentacles can take on any simple form from needles to clubs to phalluses and more. They do not have to originate from your body and can appear to be protruding from thin air. You will, however, always be able to feel them as much or as little as you like.

The final bit of information that comes flooding into your consciousness in that the ritual is not over. The blood of the woman who took you captive is required to seal the bond. A drop or a gallon, the woman's blood must be spilled or a tear will form between your dimension and your symbiont's destroying them both.

• Drain her body in a fountain of blood.
• Spill her blood as you rape her.
• Give her a quick prick and tell her to leave.
• Do nothing and allow the world to end.