You survive

Shaking and jerking within the creature'sgrip, you try desperately to break loose. But the monster is too strong and you're surely if slowly brought ever close to the beasts maw. The tentacles holding you writhe and slither, though they are careful not to loose hold, and you can see the creature panting, the grotesque horde of worm-like tongues squirming within the maw. It's as if the creature was exalting in your capture.

You witness helplessly as more tentacles spring forth and shred your clothes, tearing away at the material like some beast in the heat. As your bare form is unveiled, an unusual tendril with a bony spur gleaming with green fluid stabs forth.

You scream, a last stretch of strength unleashed as you struggle with **** ****. You pull and tug at the tentacle holding your knife hand, trying to secure its release but it's hopeless. The creature is too strong. Then a wild idea forms in your mind. The stinger was a bare stretch away from scratching when you grab the tentacle at the fleshly surface underneath the bone.

The monster lets out a growl of surprise and frustration then of pain when you stab the stinger into the tentacle holding your knife hand. It looses hold on your hand as it jerks back, more from surprise than pain, but your hand is free. Using that chance you slice the stinger off with the knife.

A screech of genuine pain hollers as the beast lost its injector. Bellowing in anger it tightens its grip on your body. Your body and bones pop and groan as more **** is applied than they can handle and your breath is choked off. As the world squeezes into a tunnel you frantically stab the creature's face with all the **** you can muster. Slimy swamp water and putrid gases escape as metal slices apart the horrid face, then a pop as the beast's yellow eye exploded in a gush of black blood and tainted water, followed by another as the second eye follows its fellow.

The creature loosens its tentacles as many withdraw, trying to protect its last orb. You gasp as you breath again, with furious strength you stab one last time. The knife flies through the air and stabs deep into the delicate organ. The creature unceremoniously drops you flat as it stretches from pain and fear then retreats as it wildly scrambles away.