Tentacles from the Depths

You see more ripples on the surface that grow and grow. You take a few steps back as the pool grows ever more disturbed. Suddenly tentacles, still coated in the slimy black liquid, burst out of the pool and rush towards you. You turn to run, a primal fear overtaking you in response to whatever lurks below, but it's too late. You only make it a few steps before they wrap around you. In a split second you are entirely restrained and can do nothing but scream as they drag you into the pool.

The liquid is disgustingly thick and as you're dragged under it isn't long before the light disappears. And yet still you're dragged deeper, deeper. You begin to splutter and gasp as you continue to drop, the liquid flowing down your throat. It tastes disgusting yet it seems to stop the horrible suffocating sensation.

Finally you stop, now floating in a black void. You feel tired, if you weren't so terrified you'd likely fall asleep. You're jolted awake as the tentacles tighten around you and move, snaking into any orifice they can find. Your mouth, nostrils, snatch, and more are invaded with even more foul liquid flowing down the unoccupied portions of your throat.

And then you hear something. It speaks in some primal language that sounds like no language...and yet somehow you understand it anyways. Not in words but in feelings, the feeling of something ancient and dark. Something sealed away and looking to break free. Something that wants you.