The tentacles wrapped around your thighs, arms, and most specifically your neck are tight— so tight.. you can barely breathe. Shokushu is sitting on the other seat.. leaning his elbow on the armrest while his legs are crossed. He seems so uninterested in the fact he may or may not kill you..

How did it come to this?.. all this was supposed to be was a small work on a project you were supposed to do..

“ .. You look like your thinking hard.*

The tentacle around your throat loosens..