CyanideGoodnight
November 17th, 2012, 11:54 PM
The tentacles split out of her stomach then, and she felt no pain. She was not herself anymore anyway. She spent so much time becoming something she was not, keeping up with what society called beautiful, that she lost sight of her true self. It was worth it. Or so she thought. But now as more tentacles split out of her skin, writing and twitching, she realizes she was wrong. If only she stayed the way she were this wouldn't be happening. But now it was okay, because now she was as ugly as society. What is left behind is a ghost of a beautiful person she used to be, the person she used to know before changing herself so much. She was a slave to society. Now she is a slave to the thing taking over her body. But it is too late to change back, as the monster is taking over her entire body, and more tentacles burst through her arms and back. Soon the monster will break through and what is left of her will become a mindless slave once more and what she became takes on an even more vile form.