<div class="floatright">(https://mfiles.alphacoders.com/402/402340.jpg)</div>This was how they were going to die, wasn’t it? Blackness surrounded the fiery-haired adopted-Evenember’s form as those thoughts circled in her head and the eels did their damndest to keep the naked woman under their control.<br/><br/>Choked, smothered, or drowned by eels. That’s what the people would say when they spoke about the situation Lesniya and Sophia had found themselves in now. Deep into their cups, huddled around the fire at the tavern, they’d speak about how there wasn’t even a body for the family to bury. The eels were so powerful, the girls so outnumbered and outmaneuvered, the bloody creatures had simply swallowed them whole.<br/><br/>Through the morbidity, however, a strong light shone in the form of a firm grip around Lesniya’s wrist. It reached into the writhing blackness, clamped there – and then practically tore her arm out of its socket by hauling her upwards and out of the river of eels. Les screeched in a mix of surprise, pain, and fury as she was unceremoniously dragged to the shore. Automatically lashing out with her foot at whatever was dragging her own, her instinct was to fight back, to survive. Even if that went against the nature of her morbid thoughts just moments before.<br/><br/>The effort was futile, however, and her appendages only connected with more eels as she stumbled along. She heard Sophia cry out to and whipped her hair out of her face quick enough to see her naked friend being dragged out of the river as well before she was dropped onto the sand.<br/><br/>Eels continued to swirl around her ankles until she kicked them loose, rocking on her hands and knees in the sand. Lesniya reached down to her breast and with a wretching sound, plucked a particularly tenacious eel off of her breast. Her nipple, to be exact. And it wasn’t until the vicious creature was free of her body that she gasped in relief.<br/>Only to be interrupted by Soph’s pointed yelling.<br/><br/>Dimmed green eyes watched as the raven-haired woman whipped eels at their dickhead of a rescuer. Lesniya’s fingers curled into the shore as she gulped for air, her own anger at the man’s lack of empathy smoldering. Sophia's temper crackled and struck like lightning. Les burned slower, but no less hot.<br/><br/>Getting in Sophia’s way when she snapped, though, was a lesson Les had learned long ago, not to do. The man would have more than eels to contend with when she ran out of ammo. The best thing was to minimize the blast radius and anticipate the fallout. Besides, the woman wasn’t saying anything Les herself didn’t whole-heartedly agree with.<br/><br/>Seemingly heedless of her current nude state, the shapely red-haired woman considered standing for a moment. Thought better of it, and instead, crawled to where their clothes were. Slowly, she knelt, and began sorting through the items with quaking fingers, trying to ready them for she and Sophia to put on.<br/>