Wait.

Unsure if the potion would give you enough time to rescue Elizabeth, and heeding the warning of the old woman about the red tentacles, you grudgingly decide to wait and see if your daughter is moved from the chamber.

You can't keep your eyes off her, as much as you wanted to look away - she is covered in the thick, sticky cum of the beasts who passed her around like a play toy. A new set of tentacles were having their way with her.

A fat tentacle slid in her hand and began forcing her to jerk it off while dozens of thin tendrils teased her red vagina and butt. Two of the tendrils wrapped up her body and began probing her tiny nipples.

She began crying harder - you clenched your sword in frustration; you could only sit and watch as the tendrils **** their way inside her breasts, dozens wriggled up her vagina and anus, and five tentacles spewed cum directly in her face.

Time moved at a crawl.

Elizabeth had been subjected to so many horrors in that chamber you had lost count - she had been **** in the vagina by four tentacles at once, she had been soaked in the cum lake and swallowed by a horde of tentacles, she had too many different tendrils to count violate her nipples, she went through so many unwanted orgasms that they began to become painful for her to stand.

Finally, as she hung limp and little responsive as yet another set of tentacles probed her, she was pulled away from the depravity, and set on the edge of the chamber - only a few feet away from you!

You're not sure what to do - should you just run in, grab her and run back towards the surface? Or would it be better to try and get her attention; have her walk to you?