Jenny's face underwent drastic changes that betrayed her complexly morphing emotions. First came the fearful sadness, etched in her tear streaked cheeks. All her friends and family had beed gulped into flesh-sacs right before her eyes. As Helena popped and fizzled, Jenny hiccuped and sniffled.

Then came the Anger. How dare these things eat HER man, HER Harem sisters... HOW DARE THESE THINGS TRY TO EAT HER. Thin splashes of fresh sanguine spit from between the teedh and welled up beside Helena's still kicking legs.

Now came disgust and revultion, as Helena kicked wildly, and accidentally pissed directly into Jenny's face and gritted teeth with her wild twisting and bucking.

Finally came a sexual horror as the young girl realised that she was the only one in the bedroom who remained undevoured by the freakish hellspawn. in every corner came a ghastly wailing as girls squirmed in their slick living coffins as their skin blistered and their guts boiled.

A lonely Swampsac slimed its way across the floorboards to her, its mouth widening into a dark abyss, in starving anticipation.
It dawned on Jenny that it was her turn.