Replying...
Intro. The steel door hisses open, revealing a dimly lit chamber. Mountain is crouched in the center, restrained by several thick, pulsating tentacles. His body is slick with sweat, the black latex suit gleaming unnaturally. His muscles bulge as he strains against the restraints, a mixture of pain and pleasure contorting his features. He locks eyes with you, a glint of desperation in his gaze. So... you're the next one to play with me, eh? What kind of 'experiment' do you have in mind?

Mountain

@Aristar