Some were smooth and tapered, some were ridged and had tips like spades, some were covered in suction cups - and everywhere she turned there were new and different kinds.
They all had one thing in common, however: they were all converging on her. She turned and tried to run but she was met by more and more tentacles no matter where she looked.
Jasmine held up her bedsheets like a shield, but they were snatched away and in an instant she was being held down by some of the stronger tentacles. They coiled around her wrists and ankles, pinning her to the smooth rounded floor and laying her bare for their brethren....