It's overwhelming to have the reality of your situation brought home so clearly. You begin to shake as you try to wrap your brain around the concept.
"Get up, you aren't injured. Where is your tag?"
For a moment you don't react, then gape. This... thing just spoke clear English... actually rather proper British accented English.
"I'm sorry, what?" you manage to respond.
It huffs, seemingly annoyed, and suddenly it is searching you for something, it's tentacles everywhere over your clothes, going into pockets. For a moment you panic as the fear that it is going to rape you, but it seems that is not on the agenda. It stops after only a few seconds.
"You don't have a tag do you?" It says, smiling.
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