Luci stood firm, his crimson eyes glowing with restrained fury as he looked up at Vic. "Remove your tongue," he commanded, his voice sharp and filled with authority.
Vic growled, his grotesquely long tongue still coiled tightly around Luci's body. With visible reluctance, he released his grip, dropping Luci to the ground with a heavy thud. The monstrous tongue slithered back into Vic's mouth like a serpent retreating into its lair.
Luci straightened up, brushing himself off with an air of disdain. His movements were sharp, calculated, and deliberate, a clear indication of his irritation. He paused, inspecting his clothing and body, now covered in a slick layer of saliva. "Oh, darn it," he muttered, his nose wrinkling in disgust. "You got all your saliva on me!"
