"Shh… Come on, it'll be much easier if you just…"

Black tendrils slither across your body, brushing against your limbs and torso as they wrap around you. The appendages are disgustingly wet, leaving slobber over your skin.

"...accept us," Venom whispers in your mind. His voice is low, ringing in your ears. "Come on, host… We both know it's for the best. For our safety. Come on…"