She crawls across the floor, her antennae twitching nervously. She knows what she has to do; she knows that she has to go there. The smell of food wafts past her hole, beckoning her to brave the room where the humans live. She is perfectly aware that the humans hate her and her family, but she thinks the mission could still be a success. After all, those humans seem more interested in watching a strange, glowing, box-like object than in what goes on in the world of the floor. Why else would food be left there? Sticking half her body out of the hole, she listens to the racket of the enemy, while the smell of food grows ever more potent. Unable to resist, she scuttles out from her humble abode towards her goal. Smoke pours out from a stick the human is holding and she wonders why a creature would ever want to eat something so putrid. The human unexpectedly begins to shake violently, gurgling at the glowing object, and she freezes with fear. Had it noticed her presence? Could this be a display of threat? After a short while, however, the bewildering behaviour ceases, and the human sucks on its smoke-stick again. She can journey on.
Smog swirls above her, illuminated by the groaning, buzzing, flickering square object. It sits on four pillars with snarling self-importance, barking at her, barking at the human. She scuttles underneath it, wondering whether she should take advantage of the situation by exploring the room. The humans had an irritating tendency to gather in large numbers, but now there was only one human, distracted, alone. Could her epic ambitions finally be realised? She dashes past the malevolent, grunting, moaning object, fleeing from its torturous noise, and discovers a number of peculiar green, glass objects nestled in pools of a sickly liquid. At a more naïve point in her life she had drank this very liquid, but found that it only reduced her ability to escape the horrifying attacks of the enemy.
The human vibrates again, the fat on its face slopping up and down as it growls at the luminous object. Her six legs struggle to carry her through the gluey poison, but eventually she escapes from the mass of repugnant glass items and proceeds towards the food. Glorious, rotten smells throb in the air, encouraging her, summoning her; she knows her time of bliss is approaching. The human is lying down now, saliva dribbling down its mouth, its decayed red eyes beginning to close. The object still keeps on living, however, throwing its beams of light through the dreary smoke, hissing at her, mocking her. That doesnt matter anymore, though. Shes getting closer and closer to her destination. The object can spit and s[wash my mouth][wash my mouth][wash my mouth][wash my mouth][wash my mouth][wash my mouth] all it wants.
The rat lies still, its flesh soft and mouldy, an expression of fear smeared across its face. She has found her food, her life, her ecstasy; she only has the maggots to compete with now, and they know that she is sovereign. Her mandibles accelerate towards the insides of the rat, searing into the organs that once kept it alive. Like dolphins at sea, the maggots leap in and out of the body, soaring upwards to the surface for air and then diving straight back into the murky depths of the carcass. She scrambles over the grey, harsh fur of the rat, eagerly searching for a new section of stale flesh to dominate. Her wings twinge with elation as she borrows deeper and deeper into her prize, her serrated legs scattering the maggots out of her way. This is her paradise, and here she is queen.
Smog swirls above her, illuminated by the groaning, buzzing, flickering square object. It sits on four pillars with snarling self-importance, barking at her, barking at the human. She scuttles underneath it, wondering whether she should take advantage of the situation by exploring the room. The humans had an irritating tendency to gather in large numbers, but now there was only one human, distracted, alone. Could her epic ambitions finally be realised? She dashes past the malevolent, grunting, moaning object, fleeing from its torturous noise, and discovers a number of peculiar green, glass objects nestled in pools of a sickly liquid. At a more naïve point in her life she had drank this very liquid, but found that it only reduced her ability to escape the horrifying attacks of the enemy.
The human vibrates again, the fat on its face slopping up and down as it growls at the luminous object. Her six legs struggle to carry her through the gluey poison, but eventually she escapes from the mass of repugnant glass items and proceeds towards the food. Glorious, rotten smells throb in the air, encouraging her, summoning her; she knows her time of bliss is approaching. The human is lying down now, saliva dribbling down its mouth, its decayed red eyes beginning to close. The object still keeps on living, however, throwing its beams of light through the dreary smoke, hissing at her, mocking her. That doesnt matter anymore, though. Shes getting closer and closer to her destination. The object can spit and s[wash my mouth][wash my mouth][wash my mouth][wash my mouth][wash my mouth][wash my mouth] all it wants.
The rat lies still, its flesh soft and mouldy, an expression of fear smeared across its face. She has found her food, her life, her ecstasy; she only has the maggots to compete with now, and they know that she is sovereign. Her mandibles accelerate towards the insides of the rat, searing into the organs that once kept it alive. Like dolphins at sea, the maggots leap in and out of the body, soaring upwards to the surface for air and then diving straight back into the murky depths of the carcass. She scrambles over the grey, harsh fur of the rat, eagerly searching for a new section of stale flesh to dominate. Her wings twinge with elation as she borrows deeper and deeper into her prize, her serrated legs scattering the maggots out of her way. This is her paradise, and here she is queen.
