Yes, but is it really a car?

You come across a dark red minivan, remnants of the previous owner are splayed across the blacktop in a bloody arc. You stifle a gag at the harrowing sight and urge your party forwards. You breathe a sigh of relief as the key is still in the ignition. You reach out and start the car, life sputters back into its engines. A loud growl comes up from the depths of the car's metal.

The seat belts tighten around your chest and holds you firmly in place. "What the fuck!" you yell as you try and pry the fleshy belt off of you. Relief fills you as the glint of your runic blade catches your eye, the tentacles aren't able to approach the pure energy of the blade, you burst out, putting as much explosiveness as you can into the movement. The teeth of the seat belt rip into your chest as you reach across to the passenger seat, crying out in pain and fear you grab the sword, as soon as your hand comes across the handle a slimy tentacle bursts from your seat and straight into your ass. You gasp and freeze in pain as the tentacle violates you, you can feel it writhe inside of you and explore every inch of your insides, its twisting motions are thrashing against your prostate. You're gonna need new pants.

You can hear the screams of your party outside. A window breaks as Jotor slams the car with a thudding blow. The burly nurse swings the two steel chairs in tandem, using them like maces. The engine roars, the wheels begin to spin. "Oh no you don't!" Jotor drops both of the chairs and grips the bottom of the car. Strange needle like ligaments burst from the car's metal-flesh and dig into his hands. "Good God I'm gonna be sick!" Jotor heaves and throws the minivan onto its side. Your world goes sideways then upside down as the car flips and tumbles. You can feel the car bend and writhe as it rights itself.

"GRRAAHHH!" you roar as you slash the sword across your chest, it tears you up even worse than the seat belt but at least you're free. Blood pours out from the wound as you kick the door open and roll out, the tentacle slides out of your ass as you do. With your feet finally on solid ground you face the corrupted machine. The minivan is now an amalgamation of fleshy appendages and machinery, membranous lattice working across the metal parts to connect and give life. Hundreds of eyes pop out from the headlights of the car, scanning you wildly, it lurches and a tentacle comes whipping towards you. A quick roll to the right frees you of any danger but the corrupt car turns sharply to the left and faces its trunk towards you. The trunk is filled with thousands of sharp gnashing teeth, eagerly awaiting to feed upon your human flesh.

You stumble backwards as the car pounces, barely avoiding having your face sheared off, you raise the blade overhead and bring it down swiftly, it clings off harmlessly and doesn't even leave a dent on the car. The car seems to laugh as two tentacles shoot out from the now fleshy tires and hold onto your ankles. It drags you back into the driver's seat, attempting to lock you in once again. You fall against the inside of the car. You scream and ram your sword into the driver's wheel, where you see a large beating heart. The heart bursts in wave of black liquid and the engine makes on last roar before it dies.

You've been torn up, violated, and taken for quite the ride but you're alive. Jotor rips a door off of its hinges and plucks you from the fleshy wreckage. "There goes the car."