She gasped as the tentacle slid around her stomach.
Her husband, that pitiful man, leaned over the top of the well. “Are you OK?”
“I’m fine,” she called back. After all, this was why she’d come here. She smiled as she felt the intense pressure on her stomach and the air leaving her lungs.
“Annie?” came a concerned voice from above.
“I’m fine,” she sighed back, as suckers formed on her fingers.
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Little Fears 
Okay, so this has got me feeling two types of ways. Hysterical because of “Annie, are you okay?” and creeped out by the possibilities of what Annie is in that well for. Awesome post.
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Mmmhmm! Cheers Bossadi!
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Cherish the chance to get to read your stuff. Wonderful, simply, wonderful! Wish I could stop by more often, but I have my little demons to nurture, and they sure do keep me busy!
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Heh, thank you. 🙂
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She’s gonna suck the living ink out of hubby, once he finally pulls her up; isn’t she? Ewww…creepy. Good.
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Mhmmm! Cheers Liz. 🙂
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CHEERS Fears!
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Oooo… nice twist…of tenticles.
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Heh, thank you. 🙂
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