"Like hell I'll just let you do whatever you want!" You yell at the Octopus Girl. In an act of defiance, you spit in her face.
"Painful death it is." She mutters as she wipes your spit off her face.
She fires a jet of ink from her mouth; you cry out pain as it hits you in the eyes. She let's go of your head and roughly pulls on you hair. She slaps you around with her with her free hand for a bit before she punches you; her pearl ring shatters your nose.
Her tentacles yank on your arms; pulling you in a twisted game of tug-a-war until one of you arms dislocates. Another tentacle wraps around your leg; with a jerk, she bends your leg in a way its not supposed to bend. You scream in agony as your world becomes nothing but pain.
The Octopus Girl wraps all of her tentacles around your body. Slowly, ever so slowly, they constrict. One by one your bones break. Your rib cage finally collapses, and your life is squeezed out of you.
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