You decide to leave the captives in the other cells to their black sleep. You silently dart out of the round room ringed with cages and through passage with levers that open their locks lined down the left wall. When you turn the corner, you find yourself in a long and dark corridor that is riddled with holes. You smell a trap. You experienced rogue senses reach out before you as you creep ahead carefully searching for some pressure plate or other trigger...
You only make it ten feet into the passage when tentacles shoot out from the holes, reaching for you with their impossible numbers. Terrified, you stop to turn back, but only succeed in making their work easier. They grasp at your body and hold you splayed like a scarecrow. Whatever creatures exist as a security system, they excitedly grab you with their fetid tentacles as though it has been a long time since they had tasted meat. You begin to scream, hoping that perhaps your cellmates will hear you and come to your rescue.
They don't. They watch from the doorway in horror, not lifting a finger as the tentacles make short work of you. One by on, they prize off your limbs, sending crimson splashes reeling across the corridor and themselves. Your life ends when they pull the head from your limb-less torso, but their fun continues for hours.
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