Célestine blushed and went rigid as the nurse’s hands began to explore her body over her clothes, and then under them. Feeling some strength finally returning to his muscles, Vincent weakly turned his head to get a better view of his surroundings. At first it seemed as though the membranous growths on the tool would hold strong, but with another tug, he managed to remove the scalpel from its slimy resting place and ever so carefully withdrew his arm until the scalpel was at his side. He frantically clawed at the tendril in an effort to remove it from his mouth, but the more he tugged at it, the tighter it appeared to grasp his sweating cheeks. Célestine gagged and gasped, which prompted the nurse to slap her face hard. As soon as he did so, orange fluid gushed down from the severed, writhing tentacle, splashing down onto Vincent’s face and blinding him. At first it seemed as though the membranous growths on the tool would hold strong, but with another tug, he managed to remove the scalpel from its slimy resting place and ever so carefully withdrew his arm until the scalpel was at his side.
