Fear of Ink (3)
The boat capsized and her limp body plunged into the water.
The only thing she’d felt since the initial sting, aside from creeping paralysis, was a wriggle beneath her skin. Like worms were burrowing through her flesh.
Its tendrils took hold of her body, and she began a gradual descent towards the maw of the beast. She was almost grateful to the sea that filled her lungs. Taking her life before the creature had its meal.