785. People Trapped in Time_1

Talia walked on the lawn, yawning as the alcohol stimulated her brain, creating a hazy consciousness—the tipsy feeling that many drink to achieve.

A cold breeze played with the tips of Talia's hair as she wandered, unwittingly, to the center of the lawn.

She breathed in the cool air, wanting to lie down on the lawn to enjoy it.

But as Talia sat back, she felt as though she were sinking into a soft sofa.

The sofa, as soft as those memory foam cushions, quickly enveloped Talia, lulling her into drowsiness despite the season, where sleeping outside could lead to a cold. However, when sleepiness struck, every nod and squint was untrustworthy.

Talia quickly fell into a deep sleep.

As her consciousness drifted away, the "sofa" encircling her began to change.

Dark, slick, pitch-black tentacles wrapped around Talia's body, and black flesh began to consume her while she remained deep in slumber, seemingly unaware of any pain.