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The slimy, cold tendrils creeped up Bora's arms and thighs and spine. 

Behind her, the limb that seemed to be inching its way up her backbone had now reached past her powerful shoulders and was now coiling itself around her neck.

It had not yet begun to tighten, almost as if it was savoring it's anticipation and the half-orc's rising panic.

"NnnnnhHHfffff..."

Bora strained weekly against her bonds. Her strength was returning but...