Her mind empty, she was ready to accept anything and react to anything.
But the overwhelming feeling encompassing her was one of revulsion.
Her legs had wrapped themselves around something hard and cold that squirmed in its attempt at escape. Her free arm had scraped down something jagged and her palm now gripped a belt of cold hard tissue. Her fingers closed around it, submerging themselves in a cold, sticky liquid that felt as if it frothed on her skin.
The thing shook and twisted, almost throwing her off, but her one-handed grip on the cold tissue remained firm.
Christopher 5 months ago
Good grief! This is scary!
Drew Martyn 5 months ago
Excellent, thanks Christopher :)
Neville Hunt 5 months ago
Blimey! Makes my revulsion of picking up slugs seem really tame. 🥴
Drew Martyn 4 months ago
Haha I don't mind slugs too much. Big spiders, though, urgh! And wasps!
Frenchie 4 months ago
Now, I know I am a scaredy-cat and a squirming one at that...