Say something (lz)

Some pervy part of me badly wants to wear the suit, but she *really* wanted to get it off, wearing it is clearly a trap. But I refuse to lie down and accept the twisted rules of whoever did this to her.

"No, look, I can guess what you're thinking, but just drop that thing, okay? We can help each other *both* find a way out of here!"

Plum didn't know what she'd expected. She knew the girl wasn't just going to drop it and say, "Okay, lets work together!"

But she also hoped the girl would at least slow down... maybe hesitate.

But she definitely did not expect this.

Plum watched as the girl fell to her knees. She watched as she gripped onto the suit with both hands, sobbing as she did so.

"...you don't understand... there's no other way..."

Plum's spine rattled uncomfortably as she watched the girl cling on to the suit, her hands gripping it tightly... only for the suit to *pull* the girl's body, causing her to lurch forward awkwardly.

And then she really did drop the suit.

Plum immediately wished she hadn't. The suit didn't fall to the floor. She watched in abject horror as tendrils snaked out of the suit's opening in the back. She scurried away in the opposite direction but found her own back pressed into a corner. The suit seemed to right itself, re-orientating it's open back to face Plum - thin, snaky tentacles reached out of the opening, propping the suit up and granting it motor skills.

The girl was bawling behind it, completely powerless, "...I'm so sorry..."

A strange smell filled the air and Plum's lungs. She felt her balance grow unsteady, but her consciousness was not fading... it didn't actually feel bad... instead, Plum felt... wet.

There was no room for hesitation. Whatever that thing was, it was approaching fast, and the girl on the floor was too broken to come to her aid. Plum mustered what strength (and courage) she could find and darted to the side, hoping to skirt around it and reach the table.

It could have been the gas, or just pure adrenaline, but for Plum, the room moved in slow motion. Each step was an eternity and for every inch closer she got to the table, everything else faded out of existence. This was the single most important thing she'd had to do in her life.

Then it grabbed her. A tendril wrapped around her ankle moments before she reached the table, pulling her off her balance and face-first on to the ground. She broke her fall with her arms but the table was quickly pulling away... no, she was being pulled away from the table.

She spun around onto her back and saw the suit before her. It moved toward her as it drew her in. It was too fast. It was too... *thunk*.

Plum hadn't heard it - she'd felt it. She knew what it was the moment it hit her. She closed her hand around its handle, thanking her past self for leaving it there, but struggled to remember if she'd grabbed a steak knife or a useless butter knife.

She looked at her assailant, and realized for the first time just how small it was. It was a strange feeling, that. The realization dried her throat and quickened her heartbeat, but it could either be a rush of adrenaline fuelled by the thought that she could maybe overpower it, or a rush of arousal, knowing that that thing was somehow going to be stretched tightly across her skin.