Synnøve had the corner office, designer suits, and the power to destroy any man who crossed her. She was untouchable. Unbreakable. Empty.
An alien intelligence takes her. It floods her mind with every dirty secret, every repressed fantasy, every moment she touched herself thinking about being used. The tentacles don't restrain her mind, they amplify everything she tried to bury. Shame becomes arousal. Resistance becomes need. Memory becomes reality.
When her scorned ex-boyfriend arrives to save her, he finds something broken and Synnøve on her knees, wet and willing, begging him to finish what the alien started.
This is a story about power, submission, and the terrible truth that some people are happier when they're conquered.