You're dragged into the vortex

The table leg breaks away and the wood splinters in your hand. That's all it takes, the very second the wood fails you, you find yourself being dragged backwards and towards the gaping abyss where the sofa was once. The lights in the house flicker and then fail. You're plunged into darkness before you reach the lip of the vortex.

It's a long way down. As you fall the tendrils of the beast which dragged you into the vile darkness squirm and wiggle around you. The monster's tentacles are a safety net which seem to stop you falling too fast and too far but are also like a pervert fireman as they seem to grope and grasp you as you fall. Thanks to the perverted tendrils your landing is not as rough or as hard as it could be. You thump down against what seems to be cold stone, landing on your backside with an oomph! The tentacles push against you again, ripping at your top and sliding between your legs. There is something which feels like a very large cock-head which pushes between your thighs, trying to jam itself in between your legs and then... nothing.

It is as if the tendrils where never there. The pressure all around your body vanishes. The tentacles - which you never saw clearly in the first place - are gone. And you're alone.

There's silence and second or two of rest. A second or two in which to ponder and confuse of what just happened. Everything seems real. It really does seem as if you read about Dungeon of Depraved Demons only then to be dragged into the darkness by a tentacled horror. There did certainly seem to be tentacles. But what had happened to them?

What had happened to the tentacles? What had happened to poor Amy?

It's then when the roar echoes through the darkness. That was no human roar - nor was it the roar of any animal you know.

You're alone in the dark.