<blockquote><div><cite>EbenLynx wrote:</cite>Danim struggled with Sam for a few moments before hooking his tongue around the human’s body. Despite its slimy surface, it managed a firm grip around his waist and began pulling him forward. At that point, Sam could see that Danim’s tongue and inner mouth were black, much like the tar that oozed from his wound earlier.<br/></div></blockquote><br/>There was no way out of this. Had he been forsaken? With no hope left, he gave up the fight for his mind, perhaps that would make it like going in your sleep. "Serve... Master..." he droned as his eyes glazed over and his arms fell limp.