Chapter Five

“This is Madison May – an operative from the Missing Individuals Department. Part of me has no idea why I'm repeating this. Maybe I'm hoping for a way out of this alive? Shit. I hope to God Eliza and the others don’t enter here unprepared.

“This monster... I think it releases pheromones once in awhile. It’s probably to keep its prey enticed, so people are reluctant to leave here. Is it not just humans who are captive here? If it's a gateway to another dimension, are there other creatures as well?

“I do actually sleep when I’m here, but whenever I wake up, I have this paranoid notion that the monster molests me in my sleep. I wake up and there’s some bite marks on my skin. And whenever I wake up, it's like I've had extreme orgasms.

“Right now, I'm lying on the damp, sticky ground, too afraid to move. Shit. I lost track of time here; I feel like time is meaningless. I am lying in the foetal position. The tentacles are obsessed with molesting me. The monster loves my illicit moans.

“Jesus Christ...! I obviously cannot see the tentacles that thrust in my pussy – because of the blindfolding. However, I can tell you that the monster deliberately selects the ones that are covered with many bumps. Please forgive me for those bloody unwanted feelings.

“The eye even keeps watch of me as if I am his sexual pet... God, I feel disgusted when I say these words aloud. If it has other humans that it molests, why take on more, though? Does it have a sexual hunger which it cannot satisfy? Is this what's happening here?

“They ejaculate in me. The tentacles, they ejaculate in my arse and pussy. But I’m not getting pregnant? I’m not feeling sick. However, my taste buds have become addicted to the taste of what the tentacles feed me. Why is the tentacle goo so fucking delicious?

“The monster isn’t molesting me right now. I need to think of an escape plan. I have to get out of here. I have to tell the world – sorry, my world – what is happening here. I used to read stories of people saying they had encounters with molesting monsters, but before I joined MID, I thought it was all bull. The MID superiors told me they were all true...

“In fact, the other members of MID have told me countless stories of humans being abducted by horny monsters. What did she call herself, Evie-something? That podcaster went missing when she went out to search for a monster – she got molested by two monsters.  

“I’ve already been fed today – if you can even call it a day. The monster hasn’t restrained me. The monster isn’t raping me. I need to get some sleep. And while I'm asleep, I need to figure out a plan. I must escape from here as quickly as possible. End of report.”

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“This is Madison May – an operative from the Missing Individuals Department. I’ve awakened from my nap. Strangely enough, I slept well. While I was sleeping, the grotto was dark. Looks like the monster can control the lighting in this area on a whim. It must be a comfort thing for its prey. That sounds like a strange contradiction.

“If it doesn’t want to make me pregnant or kill me, it probably needs me alive for another reason. Perhaps it survives thanks to the sexual energy of its prey? Well, that makes sense. The creature rapes us, we orgasm immensely, and it most likely sustains its life force. That’s probably why it cannot be satisfied with too little victims.

“Standing up is such a bloody pain. There are holes on the ground, and I’m paranoid the monster will lick my feet. What does the monster like about my feet? My guess is that it’s captured so many humans that it somehow learns fetishes. I guess that explains how it knows foreplay, and knows where a woman’s erogenous zones are.

“Yeah, my plan... I intend to remain motionless when the eye comes out. It seems whenever I run around, screaming my head off, the eye is offended and its tentacles stop me.

“Shit. The eye is looking at me. Okay. Stand still. Stand still. Don’t move. It’s gone. Okay, I’m moving again. I'm not in the mood for the raping tentacles. I already have intrusive thoughts of the tentacles raping me into submission. It's merely a matter of time.

“Wait, this orange zone is new? Oh, the eye is watching me. I have to stand still until it goes away. Christ, it likes staring at my naked body. That makes me feel so funny...? Like, like I want the eye to watch me? Am I that attractive? No. No, no, don’t let it brainwash you.

“Okay, the eye has gone. I can make it. But I have to slow down. If I run, the body will detect a problem. I’ve noticed when I walk slowly, it doesn’t bother the beast.

“There’s actually a hole here! Shit, I should’ve whispered that. Okay, if my calculations are correct, the monster’s eye should appear any second; right on cue.

“Christ. I'll hate myself for doing this. I’m fondling my own breasts... I just licked my upper lip. I’m winking at the monster eye. I’m rubbing my pussy. I’m winking again.

“The monster eye’s iris just turned pink? Did the monster cave groan too? The eye went away. All right, I was fondling myself. Fuck, I can feel my face burning bright red. Damn. Why the hell did a part of me enjoy that? I was only putting on a bloody act.

“OK, I'm crawling into this tight wet hole now. Yuck, this hole is so fucking disgusting. It’s leading up? Shit! Is this the answer to my salvation? Alright, alright, keep climbing, keep climbing! I'll get out of here before you know it! I’ll be out of here in no time!

“There are some tinier holes in this hole? I can hear other people? I hear them groaning. Wait, are they actually calling this thing master? Why are they calling this damn thing master, for? Jesus, did they break? Are they suffering from Stockholm syndrome? Is it possible the monster did something to them? Did they get brainwashed?

“Eliza? A woman sounds like Eliza! Shit! Shit! Shit! Please, don’t tell me that Eliza is here? She seems to be begging for it! She sounds like she’s having multiple orgasms! Eliza is that you? Please, fight the beast! Resist! We have to get away from here!

“Crap... Are you jerking me around? A bloody dead-end...? All that for a dead-end...? Oh, no. No! No! No! No! Don't tell me it’s another bloody eye! There’s more than one?

“Oh, God...! Oh, God! I can feel some tentacles on my ankles! No! No! No! No! You can't take me back! You can't take me back! I want to go home! No! No! No! No!

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“Wait... No more tickling...? Is that gas...? Oh no...! Oh no...!”