The tentacles could not understand Emma's cries for mercy, and if god could hear her, he wasn’t answering.<br/>The First tentacle finally reached her inner thigh, and began probing at the hem of her shorts. The tiny little feelers slipping into the crack and teasing there way along the edge of her panties.<br/><br/>As the woman struggled, more tentacles were attracted by her movement. One came down the tree she was clawing at and wrapped it's way firmly around her left arm. And as she kicked at the first tentacle with her free leg, a third came and began wrapping around both legs, binding them together. Soon only her head and right arm were free, leaving her to pull uselessly at her attackers, and shout in vain against the noise of the storm.