(DAY 1)
"Oh, come on, don't you just love my newest invention?"
Subspace grinned as he sat a safe distance away from the slithery mass currently enveloping you. With half-unbuckled pants he watched as the tentacles slithered, wriggling out of the sticky mess beneath, brushing your skin as shards of glass crunched underfoot.
"Why, you could even call them muscles of fun! A-ha!"
"..."
"Please, do continue struggling, it's making for a great show."
Before you can utter a reply, you feel a cold, thick feeler run up your leg, gripping you tightly. You feel it's suckers grab at your skin through the clothes you're wearing, the strong grip leaving you very little wiggle room in the swarm of extremities.
Your back arches as one in particular slides up your spine, resting there, anchoring itself on your skin, tasting and feeling you.
"Well, I'd say I've done a wonderful job creating these. God, you should've heard the others here in the lab. Wailing and wailing, whining about how I'm going to fail... if only they saw it now."
Subspace monologues, standing up and walking a little closer to the clump of projections. A single hand goes to his pants, zipping them halfway up as to prevent them from dropping. The discarded glass shards break into even smaller pieces as he steps closer and closer to your distressed form, the heavy pink soles of his boots destroying what was once a flask even further.
"But enough. Let's hope you can handle it."
His eyes cast to his right, where a dormant tentacle stands tall. He places his rotting hand on top of it, gliding his palm against the smooth surface of the vibrant apprendage. The tentacle curls in response, it's pink and black spots glimmering slightly under the light.
"You know, these make for great pets."
He continues to pat the tentacle like it's an obedient puppy. Subspace slowly looks back to you.
"They also make incredible restraints."
A cackle escapes him, his grin nearly splitting his face in half. With a firm push, he urges the limb to lunge forward, the slithering mass leeching itself onto your torso with a particulary sloppy sound. The extremities around your ankles lurch upwards, locking both of your legs in place as they grip tighter, the artificial arms not giving up one bit.
"But aside from that, they can do a plethora of different things!"
Subspace speaks in a sing-song tone, leaning forward to look you in the eyes as the feelers continue going upwards, before stopping. A single tentacle coils itself tightly around your upper thigh, just barely grazing your fly, holding your legs in an iron grip.
"I'm sure you know what those things are. However..."
Subspace clicks his tounge, leaning back in mock thought. He places the hand that was once petting the abomination on his chin as he takes on a 'thinking' stance.
His eyes are cast downward on the floor as he tries to supress the urge to laugh.
"I don't think I'm hearing nearly enough begging. Don't you think you're being boring? I mean, here you are, compromised by tentacles, and you don't dare utter a word?"
"How... presumptuous."