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I’ll keep that in mind.” He winked. “But you won’t delay the inevitable. Today is perfect. See.” His gesture made her look toward the floor. The black surface cleared, becoming transparent in an instant.
    Beneath them was a roiling, circling, whirlpool of redness, like a bloodshot eye watching them, beckoning them into its realm of horribleness.
    “ I’m pretty sure,” she muttered, “I don’t want to go down there. Hmm . Give me a second.  Yep. I am sure.” The man needed a new color to obsess over.
    “ But you’re going anyway, and coming too. Whether you want to, or not.”
    She was beginning to think she should have brought a gun with her. A big one.
    “ Let’s go.” He picked her up and slung her over his shoulder again.
    She couldn ’t help peeking at his back. What the? “Where’d they go? What’d you do with all your tentacles?” She shuddered.
    “ They sort of fold up. IKEA. Wait, I’m not allowed to mention brands like KFC or Target or Thulahoops. Not that those are at all relevant to undergoing bodily transformations or folding tentacles. Let’s say I’m flexible.”
    “ I think you just did mention them. And I’ve never heard of Thulahoops.”
    “ Only in passing. No one will notice what I said all buried down deep in the story like this. Thulahoops are a soon to be enormously popular exercise device.”
    She nodded and shifted on his shoulder to get comfortable. “Works for me.”
    “ Good. Six dollars ninety-nine if you buy in the first week.” He stumbled then cleared his throat. “What have you been eating?”
    Virginia froze. “Are you saying I’m fat?”
    “ No. Of course not. Prepare to meet your tentacle, Virginia.”
    “ Don’t change the subject. You implied I was fat.”
    “ Didn’t.”
    “ Did.”
    “ Want a tentacle in your mouth?”
    Damn. Unfair.
    She shut up but glowered.
    The silence on the way down the stairs was so awkward.
     

Chapter 6
     
    By the time Karl had her where he wanted her, she was standing spread-eagled and stripped of all but a few shreds of lace. Her arms were drawn above and her legs spread wide for she was roped to two nearby, spaghetti infested-pillars. Sourly, she eyed the spag stuff again. If the spaghetti was meant to be a reasonable facsimile of tentacles writhing across the pillars, his decorator had failed.
    The red whirling eye was hidden under a carpet. Thank god. It had been making her dizzy. Throwing up on Karl seemed so impolite, even if he did mean to violate her...she gulped, everywhere, putting those thick tentacles into her unsullied, unpenetrated places. She bit back a moan. Places that she ’d often dreamed of inserting dildos and cucumbers into. Carrots, maybe too. Vegetables had so much potential.
    Perfectly normal, she reminded herself. Besides, she ’d never done it. Some of her friends boasted of putting rabbits up there, which seemed awfully uncomfortable, but she wasn’t judging, and wasn’t game to tell them that out loud.
    The fur must be so itchy.
    Along the wall, a few yards away to her left, stretched a console that would suit a mad scientist lair. Legs crossed at the ankle, Dangerous Bob lounged against it. He yawned, looking both bored and expectant. When he slowly perused her body, Virginia strained on the ropes to show him she wanted to be free , and not at all to make her boobs jiggle and stick out. He went a little red of face. After that, and adjusting his crotch, Bob uttered a single appreciative fuck then winked at her.
    Useless man.
    Karl prowled across the floor toward her, naked from the waist up, one tentacle in hand ( tentacle not testicle, get your eyes checked) and a few others curling about him and trailing at his feet.
    Imagine if that had been testicle, the mind boggles.
    He was careful not to walk over where the eye was concealed.
    His silence made her nervous and she nibbled on her lip. Being all nude in front of a man...testicle guy...monster person wasn ’t her thing.