The movements of the tentacle are deliberate. Too deliberate. Jade knows, with a sinking feeling of dread, that the tentacle is searching out his entrance, getting ready to enter him.

But for what purpose?

He doesn't have time to even think up a single possibility before the tentacle rubs over his entrance again. This time, it's not a flick. It presses forward, and Jade feels a curious mix of resignation and tension, knowing what's about to come and helpless to stop it.

The appendage sinks into him easily. He hisses, biting down harder on the tentacle still in his mouth.

Distantly, he's aware that Professor Rammsteiner had stopped struggling. Is he still conscious? He can't tell, especially when he keeps his head bowed like that, only looking at Professor Rammsteiner from the corner of his eyes.

Not that the tentacles care about Heine's state of consciousness. The moment he goes limp, they tighten against him even more thoroughly. More tentacles shoot out, reaching for his wrists. The creature isn't about to let someone so vital and powerful escape from it. It quests around insistently, intent on ripping every shred of clothing from Heine.