“Vincent! His scattered thoughts slowly knitted themselves together as he began to make out the shapes around the room. A slowly blinking red light on the wall, assumedly some sort of emergency power system, periodically illuminated the room… no, the hellscape. Their limbs were bound in the pulsating muck as if statues carved from marble, while their primary erogenous zones were completely exposed. “I don’t see any of the grates covering the doors anymore, so that’s a good sign.” She scoured the feeds for a couple of minutes while Vincent put on a security guard uniform he found hanging on the side of a locker. The captives cried out in panic and pleasure as the invading feelers started to rhythmically squeeze and suck their targets, causing them to begin leaking sexual fluids. He had had a few close calls in the first ten minutes, and had decided to play it extra safe, only taking a step or two every time the emergency lights blinked on to maximize his visibility. The doctor was out on the streets with a small group of people, including her husband.
