Well

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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Tap Dancers Dilemma

The Tap Dancer’s Dilemma played again, blended with the thumping of feet above.

Gerald crashed out of his flat, almost forgetting his cane.

“I’ve had enough!” he screamed, as he stumbled up the stairs with haste.

“Shut that shit off!” he yelled, banging on the door.

So they did.

Gerald regretted this, because then all he could hear was the sound of them breathing.

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Bath

“There’s a lot of waxy, yellow build-up,” said Amid.

“It’s not coming off with water,” sighed Sam.

“Yeah wax is a pain,” grumbled Amid.

“Acid bath?” suggested Sam.

“If we must,” grumbled Amid. “I just didn’t want to damage this one.”

Sean let out a muffled cry through the sock as Amid and Sam lifted him into the tub.

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