On a 7-9, you find one but there is trouble in the way.

Min-Jee frowned to herself as she stepped into the hallway. The lights were all off with only the emergency back-ups online; the door itself had taken a great deal of effort to get open in the first place. It was a bad sign so far and worse that she couldn't see nor hear anyone in the hallway. It was as if the ship was already deserted. Privately, she wondered if she'd managed to sleep through the entire evacuation but dismissed the thought. If it had been the case then there wouldn't have still been alarms ringing still and likely she'd be dead.

Shuddering at the thought of being sucked into the vacuum of space, Min-Jee pressed forward to find a crew person. After walking through six different corridors of white-washed plastic turned grey from the dim light and then red in flashes of alarm, she spied a single crew woman down the hallway standing in the most awkward position. Ready to clear her throat to get the woman's attention, Min-Jee stopped when she noticed the dark green tentacles holding the poor woman in place. They were thick and rubbery looking, covered in viscous oozing fluids that pooled onto the floor.

The woman was being held inches off the ground in an X shape her clothes shredded to expose her now distended sex and breasts. The tentacles were massaging her roughly while others pounded every available hole. She looked like she was in a mix of agony and ecstasy her eyes wide in what Min-Jee hoped was fear rather than pleasure. Frightened, Min-Jee began to move back away from the scene hoping not to attract whatever the creature was to her position.