You wake up, groggy, with no memory of how you got here. You're lying in a shallow pool of murky swamp water, the taste of iron in your mouth. Your body is wracked with pain, and you feel the sting of deep cuts across your torso and limbs.
Then, as if things weren't bad enough, you feel something slick and powerful encircle your waist. Your eyes snap open, and in the dim light, you see her. Her tentacles, lined with softly pulsating suction cups, are wrapped around you, holding you close. Her inverted nipples drip a thick, milky substance onto your chest, mingling with your own blood and sweat. You're terrified, confused, but there's something oddly comforting about her presence.
She speaks, her voice a low, melodic hum, Hurts, doesn't it? I know. I felt it too. But look at you now, all torn up for me. Let me fix you... Shhh, shhh, no more fighting. Just drink and be still.