A Serenade for the Innocent - 146 Toss It All Up Here and There, so We Could End This Thing Already

The gurgling noise coming from the bottom of the glass pool began to intensify even further. While that’s happening, the TV screen with Veronica’s face on it slowly began to move upwards. Bubbles then began to appear all around me, which all came from something lying beneath the darkness below my constantly paddling feet. Ah, fuck. My legs hurt so fucking badly already. When will this hell be over?

“I’ll see you again later once you return to the mansion, okay, Anatoly?” Veronica said while her TV screen slowly lifts into the room above us. I noticed that her broadcast is gradually becoming more blurry, while the static feedback all around increases at an unprecedented rate. “Oh, and don’t kill all of them, okay? I wanna have some fun later too!” The lady on the screen uttered in a high-pitched voice as she slowly waved her hands at me with a mocking smile.

“Hey, hey, HEY! WHAT THE FUCK IS HAPPENING HERE, VERONICA!?” I screamed at her as I realized that the bubbles forming all around me are increasing in number as if the pool is being heated up into its boiling rate. However, that might not be the case since the water is still absolutely fucking cold as shit!

“Oh, quit being a pussy, Anatoly!” Veronica scoffed, but I can’t quite see her face clearly since I can only see the movement of her lips while the rest of his face is already halfway through the room. “Look, I just came here to say hi to you. This whole thing is definitely not something we planned. I also came here a bit earlier since I was supposed to meet your mother later, but oh well! Who would not want to see the missing son of Ila Antonova again?” At this point, The TV screen is already raised entirely into the white-tiled room above this still bubbling glass pool. “I’ll talk to you again!” Veronica’s now muffled voice rang throughout the area above me, which then echoed into this pool underneath the open floor.

I scoffed. Whelp. I know I won’t die because of this, but still. Who wouldn’t be worried when–

EH!?

Suddenly, a thick and slimy tentacle wrapped around my torso. I can feel the suction around the fishy limb suck the ever-living shit out of my skin so goddamn hard that I could almost feel it ripping my skin a bit, and now I’m not sure anymore if I’m still a fan of receiving hickeys. The thing around me gripped my chest so hard that I could even feel the tightness of it on my skin even if I’m wearing my thick, black cassock. No matter how hard I flail my body all around, the tentacle would still insist on tightly constricting my body as if it wishes to break all of my ribs. I started to scream loudly, but I stopped doing that as well because the chloroform-filled water of the pool kept going inside of my open mouth.

“WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS!?” I screamed out loud as I tried to punch and slap the tentacle around me, but after a few moments, I realized that my efforts are all in vain. “WHAT THE FUCK IS HAPPENING HERE!? VERONICA!? VERONICA, YOU BITCH, ANSWER MEEEE! MOOOOOOOM! VERONICA IS TRYING TO FUCK ME LIKE A JAPANESE SCHOOL GIRL!” I screamed out loud before shrieking loudly when I realized that the tentacle had started to move again.

The rampant bubbling of the water all around me is still going on as fiercely as it did earlier, so I cannot quite see what is happening below me, but I can’t quite see that the tentacle came from the looming darkness at the very bottom of the pool. Thus, I cannot quite see where the tentacle is coming from. I don’t even know if this is really a tentacle! For all I care, this could be the limb of a squid!

I then noticed that the tentacle was gently moving me about the pool as its grip on my body further intensified.

Then, I noticed that the whole tentacle itself is rising towards the open room above with me at the very tip of it, which makes the entire thing look like I’m a speck of dirt at the very top of a Pocky biscuit. The tentacle then successfully lifted me towards the white-tiled room upstairs ever so gently like I’m a twig that would break if handled without caution. Once it did so, I realized that it’s slowly moving me towards a wall of the room. Then, using some kind of sticking substances around it, the tentacle very, very, VERRRRRY gently held me onto the wall of the white-tiled room, which made me feel like I’m a spider being taped on a hard surface by a person with arachnophobia.

I then felt my feet tangle like a rope flowing onto the wind. Fuck, I feel so weak already. This is the first time I’ve ever been in a pool for a very long time, and I feel like I won’t be doing something like that ever again because of what had just happened below. I then sighed loudly, accompanied by an irritated groan as I looked at the TV screen plastered on a wall in the room. I then saw that there’s nothing in there but gray static feedback that went on wordlessly, which I very much am thankful for. After all, I hated nothing more than the sound of grating static.

It reminds me of shitty days when my mother would lock me in my room while I’m bound tightly on a wooden chair for three days with my TV open. She said that it’s her way of giving me pity while punishing me since I am her favorite child. However, that just means I would have to wake up in the middle of the morning around two to three in the morning after hearing the unbearable sound of static on the television. It’s beyond fucking unbearable.

While I’m reminiscing about the days when my mother is still recreating me into the proper man that I am today, I then heard the sound of water being splashed deliberately at the pool below me. I then saw that it’s a few more tentacles tightly gripping the chests of my companions, just as it did to me earlier.

However, the only difference this time is the fact that the tentacles were not at all gentle to my companions. First, the fishy limb smashed the policeman onto the wall in front of me, and it must have hurt a whole lot because it formed a noticeable crack on the wall. Nevertheless, the policeman still remained snoring away in his own dreamland. When the tentacle finally pulled away from the still sleeping tanned muscled man, I saw that he’s also stuck on the wall with what seemed like a yellow-green looking ass substance that appeared a whole lot like phlegm. I looked down at me and saw that that same substance is also embracing my torso, slowly dripping on my cassock like margarine. I scoffed with my eyes closed. It’s great that it doesn’t smell; I can at least have that to signify myself. It’s even better to know, too, that I am not wearing my favorite clothes. I should have used one of the servants’ shoes, though.

The tentacles below me then hurled my two other companions, Francis and Kirstel, towards the other wall facing the room’s TV screen. Also, I really meant it when I said: “hurl.” The fucking tentacle yeeted those two like it’s Kobe throwing a three-pointer. It’s fucking glorious. Once the fat guy and our only female member gets plastered on the wall forcefully by the now sulking tentacles, the floor underneath our feet gradually closed up again like a double-door similar to how it opened earlier.

After a loud thud that then signifies the full closure of the floor of the sixth area, the tiny holes all over the room suddenly started spewing out thin strands of water again, which pushed our bodies out of the wall. Obviously, I don’t know why I didn’t expect this, but the goddamn water coming out of the tiny holes all around the area stung like a bitch again, sending bloodcurdling patches of reddening rashes all over my pale skin. It’s itchy, it’s painful, and it feels dry, which is so fucking weird considering how absolutely wet I am right now. Fuck! I feel like I had just kicked a beehive or something.

As the water hit my skin, I noticed that the yellow-green sticky substance on my chest had all come off me and are now floating leisurely on the flooding floor. It seems that the same applies to my companions, who are all still sleeping soundly on the floor. Perhaps this irritating liquid is the only thing that can take the phlegm-like substance off our bodies? Oh, who am I kidding? I bet I can rid myself off of that sticky shit using a good ol’ tap water or something. My mother just wants to see every person in the dungeon suffer. Fucking psycho bitch. I love her so much.

While I wondered upon those thoughts, my companions then awakened almost at the same time while the water rose around us.