Isabelle ran onwards, thrashing her arms in front of her to get low hanging branches and leaves out of her path. The uneven ground shook her with every step as she lunged forward, trying desperately to avoid the impending sentient doom behind her. She heard no footsteps, no movement, yet she continued because she could hear the twisting of the branches as it seemed to warp the world around it. She almost felt like she could make it. Like she could outrun whatever was behind her that gave her a crushing feeling of dread and inevitable death simply by being present. She didn't even know where she was running. She could be running deeper and deeper into it's apparent territory, but she could almost feel the warm lights of the village that she not long ago wanted to leave, not realizing what awaited her. Just when she had a glint of hope while going over this, she was struck in the back with unexpected force, just between her shoulder blades. Whatever had hit her was almost like a pin, small and sharp, but the amount of power behind it made her stagger and cringe. She didn't think of it as much of a threatening blow at first, but her limbs gradually began to feel heavier. Not only was she starting to lose coordination, but also crucial speed. She was starting to feel more and more like her body was dead weight. As if it were a useless rag doll holding her back and she was nothing but a consciousness. She eventually stopped dead in her tracks, not realizing what she was doing. She screamed at herself to move, but she simply didn't seem to have control any more. She knew she wasn't paralyzed though. She could still feel  her body and she was standing upright, but whatever mental commands she used didn't have any affect on the rest of her. Against her own will, she began to turn and face the horror behind her. She had a dreadful and shocking thought. That she was being CONTROLLED. Her eyes, one of the few controllable parts of her, widened at the silhouetted sight of what crept up to her. The forest's thick fog hardly concealed the long, bony-limbed creature staggering in her direction. In a subconscious attempt to describe it, she thought of it as a combination of a grub and a corpse. It had a long tail which began to rise above it's head as it hunched over. It squatted into a scorpion like stance on all fours with it's tail raised threateningly high. A thin lair of flesh slid back from the end of the tail, revealing a previously unnoticed supply of what looked like tentacles that slowly split apart from their solid looking state. She shivered in fear as they slowly drifted her way,  unable to scream or react physically in any extreme way, due to her disabled state of apparent possession. The disturbing, slightly flat tentacle slithered onto her face and, with a sudden strike of forcefulness, pulled her mouth open with little effort. The horrible appendages coiled towards her mouth and suddenly rushed into it, forcing their was into her esophagus. She was overcome with shock, practically grieving over the fact that she had no way to rebel. As they crawled past her tongue, they gave off a gag inducing, bitter flavor just before leaving her tongue completely numb. Like a dentist injecting you with Novocain then forcing an animal carcass down your throat.   Her throat stretched to lengths she thought weren't possible until, finally, she felt a sudden splitting in her throat followed by a gagging feeling and a pain so intense she wanted to pass out. She began making a horrible hacking noise after whatever space was left in her throat filled with warm, stinging blood. She didn't understand what was going on. Her esophagus had just ripped from an overcrowding of vile tentacles. People don't just survive that. Why wouldn't she die? The writhing appendages pushed further and further, ruining her throat inch by inch. They finally reached her stomach and began squirming and swishing her acids around as if they were immune to digestion, creating a horrific bulge in her gut. Her eyes rolled back into her sockets in pain. People weren't meant to experience this. The average person would have died or passed out by now. It only got worse from there. As more tentacles made their way into her mouth, the strain got worse and worse. She heard a deafening snap as her jaw, too, broke. Tears finally managed to develop in her eyes despite her lack of physical control. The pain seemed to overcome the possession. Her mind started to trail off as the pain numbed her thoughts. She was quickly snapped out of this trance, though, when she felt something sharp at the back of her mouth, just by her uvula. Like she had swallowed a toothpick. What felt like sharp bone had poked from the end of one of the new tentacles.  She suddenly feared the worse as it began jabbing the soft tissue in the back of her throat. She felt yet another sensation of pain as the others did the same and began scraping at the inner walls of her stomach with splintery bone.   She made a faint croaking sound as she tried to scream, suddenly realizing that though the pain was intense, it would only keep getting worse. Sure enough it did as the tentacles punctured the thin and weak flesh of her stomach and ripped out of her skin, exposing themselves to the air once more. She screamed in her head, begging for the relief of death that she should have felt long ago. In the back of her mind, though, she knew this thing wouldn't LET her die. This wasn't some sort of dreadful feeding process. She was intentionally being tortured.  The dreadful sharp tentacles bore through her intestines, squirming in and out like maggots. Now that they had reduced her stomach to a pulpy, bloody mess, they began moving around a wider range. They punctured every organ and every inch of flesh, draining the blood from her body like a soaking wet sponge dripping into a sink. Meanwhile, the tentacle that remained in her throat began jabbing more violently upwards, as if it were determined to get somewhere. She realized what they wanted when it reached the back of her brain. It stuck her occipital lobe, causing her vision to blur into blindness. It quickly wound deeper into her brain, almost instantly granting her the sweet relief of death.


	The next morning, a search party scanned  the woods desperately searching for the daughter  of Harrison Moore,  who was also part of the search group. Finally, one man called the others to a sight that was remarkably horrifying. Harrison ran over, hoping his daughter had been found. She had, but in a state he had not imagined even as the worse case scenario. Isabelle hung from a tree upside-down from her ankles, neatly tied to a high limb by a length of rope. The corners of her mouth were ripped to the edges of her jaw, which was barely hanging on. She had dozens of holes driven through her stretched body. Beneath her was a pile of blood and chunks of rotted flesh that had once been in her body which, at this point, was mostly a bloody mass of bones and shredded tissue. Harrison dropped to his knees, exasperated by the very sight of his daughter's corpse. He couldn't shout. He couldn't cry. He simply dropped to the ground in terrible shock. Soon, overcome by the shock, He collapsed into a deep state of unconsciousness.