Even among abominations this particular tentacled beast stands apart from all the others you've encountered on your travels. It's just so...big. Corpulent tendrils reeking of chlorophyll and cum probe your helpless form looking for their next meal, painting you in trails of slime.
As your body instinctively recoils in disgust to it's touch you can hear what sounds like laughter emanating from the center of the engorged mass.
"hu, hu, hu, hu, hu, HU! ANOTHER WINNER! BOY DID I HIT THE JACKPOT CHOOSING THIS DIMENSION! IT'S LIKE AN ALL-YOU-CAN-EAT BUFFET HERE!"
The tendrils enveloping you writhe in a particularly disgusting way as the over-fed Cthulian mass speaks again.
"...AND LET ME TELL YOU SOMETHING, YOU'D THINK IT WOULD BE EASY GETTING A MEAL AS A INDESCRIBABLE BLOB OF TENDRILS AMBUSHING UNAWARE ADVENTURERS BUT NO! SOME ASSHOLES JUST GOTTA HAVE NO NAUGHTY BITS. I MEAN, WHO EVEN DOES THAT?"
Held immobile by innumerable vines you have no choice but to listen to this creature carry on, ranting, gloating and chortling.
"...NO TITS, NO COCK! I MEAN WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO DO WITH THAT!?"
It doesn't take long for you to realize that the angry plant isn't really talking to you but rather complaining to you. Only after a significant amount of time has passed does the beast finally cease airing it's grievances.
You briefly wonder if it does this with every adventurer it catches.
No longer interested in speaking, it uses it's tentacles to let you know the time for talk is over as plump vines coil and curl around your body, cloaking you in darkness.
The last thing you hear is soft, smug chuckling before everything goes dark.
You'll probably come to your sense in eight hours or so.