Peter opens his mouth. Moves his lips. But no noise comes out. Just... static. There's the brief comfort of all his limbs having the proper weight and feel to them again, but that's immediately superseded by the mass of tentacles showing up again, binding Peter's mouth, legs, and arms in an uncomfortable, but not painful position.

Then, the voices start. It begins almost too hard to hear: a voice that sounds vaguely familiar whispering, "Repent."