"I wonder what they're cheering about?"
Elvira huffed, fist at the ready. She is already bruised, beaten, and bloody. Behind her is Stella, who is also expressing the same exhaustion. The enduring difficulty of their opponent weighs heavily on them.
Their jumpsuits share the same battered look. The top part is shredded, hanging loose, barely clinging to hide their chests. The lower area is tattered, riddled with wide tears, especially around the groin and backside. The nature of the damage suggests that it is deliberate and perverse.
Surrounding them are eight tentacles, wiggling and twitching. An individual lurking in the shadows wheezes with a sinister laugh, their eyes glow a bright blue.
"You shouldn't have left me, Stella!"
Azolf, Stella's stepbrother, emerged from the shadows. His fingers were worming and folding, controlling the tentacles. He has been harassing the women, tormenting them with his Zystem.
