Round 234

Merrin's hands work frantically as she searches her pockets, fingers closing around a small rusty key—the one she found earlier in the tower. She shoves it into the tentacle's grasp, feeling it loosen slightly. With a desperate grunt, she twists and wriggles, fighting to free herself from its deadly embrace. The creatures circle closer, their hellish eyes glowing in the darkness. She knows she must act fast—the water is rising, and the tower could come down at any moment.