Something clenched hard against her abdomen, something that simultaneously slid across her skin and wrapped up against her wrists until she was pulled straight and stretched.  Unlike the other nights, there was something more frantic in this movement. Something needful.  It glided down from her stomach to her thighs, caressed her as if she were a lover and went further to pull at each ankle. Another tendril rose up to caress the hollow space beneath her ribcage, little things like mouths or suckers pulling at her skin, biting where they touched.