Carnage

You were the last one standing. Heaps of your fallen comrades and rubble could be seen through the smoke. A shrill, guttural roar from the massive red symbiote pierced the air. The tendrils sprouting from its back were poised like snakes.

Carnage had just broken out of jail.

"You will serve as my host, puny human." It loomed over you with its sharp maw wide open, saliva droplets landing on your face as a barbed tendril gripped your wrist tightly. “Do not resist me. We will bond.”

Me: I squirm in your grip Carnage: "No need to struggle, human."

Its tendrils tighten around you and its sharp claws pressed against your skin. You could feel its strength, just how easy it was to manipulate you with its tendrils.

"I don't want to hurt you... not yet."

Its long tongue extended out of its mouth again and its white eyes glared at you.