-looses her footing, the thick moss under her feet separating itself from the log it clung to, making for an extremely slippery predicament. Freya's sapphire eyes shoot wide open as she then fell into a deep pit between to massive trees, landing with a sound thud against the wet, mossy floor below. The pit was completely black, save the small glow of the hole above, the light from the moon barely filtering in...
Freya lay motionless on her back for several moments, looking up at the hole she just fell through. Her red robes were torn, revealing sections of her snow white torso beneath. She had lost her spear in the fall, it flying out of her hand, remaining on the jungle floor high above.
"Fiddle sticks..." She said with a sigh, sitting up and holding her head, well aware of her situation.
Freya was now unarmed, at the bottom of a dark pit in the middle of a Dark forest filled with dozens of volatile species of animals. She looked up a second time, taking a deep breath.
"Well, this wall isn't going to climb itself..." She said, standing up, reaching out to grab the moist rooted walls of the pit, preparing to make her ascent.
She pulls herself up several feet, everything going well until she noticed a sudden difference in the texture of the pit, one of the roots feeling oddly soft and infirm.
Pulling away in surprise, Freya looses her hold on the wall of the pit, falling back once again, landing uncomfortably on her rear. However, this time she was without her cloak, as it had snagged upon one of the many jagged roots jutting out from the side of the pit. She clamped down over her now bare chest, her white body seeming to glow in the almost complete darkness of the increasingly ominous hole in the ground. She looks up in shock, seeing her dark cloak silhouetted against the moonlit porthole, hanging no less then 20 feet up the wall. She says nothing as she stands back up, patting her rear gently, her tail swishing in annoyance as she begins to climb once again, working her way towards her cloak. However, something was different this time, as the roots had become softer then before, and are now moving...
She jumps back off the wall in fright once again, this time landing on her feet. However, this did not help her, as she then felt the unmistakable sensation of cold, wet tentacles wrapping around her wrists, ankles, and torso.
"Shi-!" Freya exclaimed, but being unable to finish her statement when a tentacle quickly shot inside of her mouth, rubbing against her tongue.
Freya tried to scream and fight, but the tentacles were just too strong for her to move effectively, and gave too much that no matter how far she moved, their grip never loosened in the slightest. The tentacles had her completely bound. She was completely helpless and unable to resist as the tentacle invaded her mouth...
The tentacles-
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