Summon Worm's help.

Helga looms over you threateningly. You immediately try to think of a way out of your predicament. And as your eye catches sight of the nearby closet, you would have hit yourself had you the ability for forgetting even this long.

“Worm!” you cry, wriggling in your bonds. “Help me!”

Helga’s look of surprise changes to one of horror as the closet door bangs open. The older woman shrieked as the chaun leaped towards her, cackling like a mad thing in a flurry of hair and grasping hands. Worm bore the older woman to the ground with a momentous crash, beyond your line of sight from over the bed. An invisible struggle ensues, with half muffled grunts and high pitched cries from both parties vying for domination, with you as the trussed up prize. You shiver on the bed, the feeling of fear to your own helplessness crawling over you as you await the victor.

The sounds of struggle faded as quickly as they had begun. You lick your lips in dreadful anticipation while waiting for the victor to rise.