Mia could not stop thinking about that night on the couch. Four days had passed and every time she closed her eyes she felt those thick tentacles kneading her muscles, the pulsing suckers on her clit, and Vorath’s deep voice telling her how good she smelled. She had avoided him as much as possible since then, coming home late and hiding in her room. But the tension in her body had only gotten worse.

Tonight she came home to find the apartment dimly lit with warm amber lights. Soft, strange music played low in the background. Vorath was waiting for her in the living room, sitting on the large reinforced...