Leviathan Tentacles

Immacrada felt the air around her filled with scorching heat, as though she were suspended above a volcano.

She opened her eyes. This was a place resembling a cave.

No!

This was not a cave!

Immacrada looked at the rock walls and vines. They were the flesh and tissue of some kind of creature, woven together from lava and flesh.

The surrounding rock walls seemed to breathe, constantly contracting and expanding.

With every contraction, a shower of sparks burst forth, and flame-like patterns emerged across the flesh, like the internal organs of a body burned to rot.

She seemed to be inside the abdominal cavity of some enormous ancient creature.

On the rock wall beside her, countless Blood Floss Demons were trapped, their bodies entwined by woody vines resembling blood vessels.

The vines pierced through their temples, collarbones, ribs, and leg bones, pinning them firmly to the wall without allowing them to move an inch.

On the wall opposite her, Nailhead, Deep Throat, Butterball, and Chatterer were bound, along with dozens of vicious-looking Cenobites.

In the air between the two groups, various instruments of torture and beds stood upright. Fresh scraps of flesh were scattered across the darkened floor, stained with dried blood.

Iron hooks hung from the vines dangling from the ceiling, suspending various internal organs. Some intestines even dragged across the floor.

Two children with lizard-like heads

were squatting beside the intestines, licking them continuously. They seemed to want to eat, yet did not dare swallow.

They looked both ravenous and timid.

As though what lay before them was both delicacy and bone-devouring poison.

Nailhead on the opposite side had also opened his eyes. Seeing his predicament, a trace of anger flashed through his gaze before quickly settling.

He flexed his limbs and body, only to find the