Preview of Escaping an Escapee
This is an excerpt from a story that you can read the full version of on either my Subscribestar page by following this link! Or with my Patreon page over here! It will still make its way to FA before too long, though. But every bit of support you can offer would help me so much!
Poll reward for June!
Summary: Severa has spent the entire day gooped up in the captive clutches of some monster that doesn't seem to even notice it has her helpless. After untold struggles, a ray of hope arrives in the form of her partner.
Word Count (Full Version): 1460
She’d been engulfed. Totally swallowed within its opaque body and dragged off for long awkward and uncomfortable minutes to what she could only assume was its nest from how slick with sticky goo it was. It had brushed inside every pocket and opening, in what she could only assume was a quest to find more of the chemical substance it had stolen from her.
When it found nothing it desired it had tensed up, compressing and squeezing her from all angles before forcefully spitting her out. That had been when she’d been flung to the cave wall the day before.
With that done it had seemed wholly uninterested in her, either as prey or as captive. Not taking any effort to make sure she was secure. She didn’t know if that was better or _worse. _
Her groans had been ignored, though it likely lacked the capacity to understand her and instead it had gyrated and quivered back out of the burrow to look for more.
Nevertheless she’d tried to fight free, yet that had only succeeded in wrapping her limbs up more and tiring her beyond the point of exhaustion.
She’d felt an emotional low, giving up until she could at least recover. When her unsealed eye had opened again it was too dark to see, night time making her think for one moment that both eyes had been blocked up. She saw a gentle rising and falling, the slime-beast at rest, still showing not even a hint of interest in her or concern at her presence.
Further struggles had done nothing she could measure. The cloying goop was now warmed by trapped body heat but that did nothing to affect the outward consistency.
That had brought her to the morning, when she woke again, almost a full day as a wall-stuck captive, now mired as a lump on the ground.
The gooey coating stretched with her arms and legs, not in danger of going rigid, yet it was still too heavy, too thickly gummed together for her to split loose, and with her pose going from stretched out to a more consolidated ball, what little leverage she previously felt in possession of had vanished.