The closer she was taken to the corner of the room, the louder she started to hear some kind of unnatural breathing.  It was a deep, slow, yet almost pained kind of breathing, something a creature might make.  Soon enough, she could feel the first bit of warmth, though she could tell there was a figure right behind her.  A very creepy and hoarse whisper elongated into her ear.  "Would you like to see me, wench?"  Another small tentacle wrapped around her throat, mockingly forcing her to nod and to shake her head before giving her the ability to choose.  "Well?"