Candle is folding her laundry and not paying attention as she steps in an empty, mesh laundry bag on the floor. A slurping sound resonates and she looks down to see one foot caught in the bag. As she tries pulling it off, it feels really tight around her delicate ankle, so she steps in the bag with her free foot to leverage herself out of this predicament. All of a sudden she hears that menacing slurping sound and she has mesh up to her knees.

Rationally she should be able to get out of this and she struggles, but it only makes it worse. More slurps and she gets eaten more and more by...

Candle is folding her laundry and not paying attention as she steps in an empty, mesh laundry bag on the floor. A slurping sound resonates and she looks down to see one foot caught in the bag. As she tries pulling it off, it feels really tight around her delicate ankle, so she steps in the bag with her free foot to leverage herself out of this predicament. All of a sudden she hears that menacing slurping sound and she has mesh up to her knees.

Rationally she should be able to get out of this and she struggles, but it only makes it worse. More slurps and she gets eaten more and more by this creature. It slithers up her legs to her waist, chest and then she is caught at the elbows. Candle tries to find implements to release her, but when it goes over her neck with a final slurp, she begins to be a bit concerned that she may not get out of this. More thrashing before she is completely spent and lies on the floor whimpering about her hatred of laundry day.