A sudden intense massive convulsion rocked his body and jerked him forward smacking his head hard on the floor. Bret cried out in agony as his insides were ripping themselves and trying to forcefully exit his rear.
“When I call, you come quickly, you hear?”
Digging his nails into his abdomen, Bret prayed for death as he groaned in dreadful pain.
Trembling, waiting for the inevitable destruction of his body, something click. A fight in him only comparable to the fight he read about in “White Fangs” and “Call of the Wild” sprung through the tiniest region of his brain dedicated to survival. The electrical current rallied the troops and began a movement of action.
Unclenching his toes and digging the edge of his shoes into the cracks between the boards, Bret prepared to rush the small figure in front of him to get out the crawl space. Finding conviction to leg go of his destroyed tummy, he dug his nails into the wood to help launch him as he peeled his face off the floor to face his adversary.
“You don’t need to look like a tiger ready to pounce, you can just ask to leave… you know”
His rage exploded and bared his teeth as he launched himself at the small framed woman ready to destroy her. Mid flight, he gasp and whimpered like a wounded dog and fell to the floor curled in the tightest fetal position he could find.
The agonizing wrenching was annihilating the last of his insides. Using all the remaining strength he had, he tried to use his toes to push himself towards the exit of the crawl space. Clearly, this creature could control his flight too.
As she touched the small of his back, extreme jets of heat escaped his body from every single open hole it could find. Bret felt like he was dying a thousand slow deaths as he struggled to stop his soul from fleeing his body.
The girl who had groped him popped her head into the crawl space as Bret felt consciousness slipping away.
“Let him go!” She hissed angrily. “He’s mine!” Through gritted bared teeth and angry flashing eyes, she order “un-hand my handsome prince… now!” with way more authority than her size indicated possible.
The boyish framed woman released Bret and retreated into the darkness. Feeling returned to his legs as he felt aware that there was a pool of fluid around his legs.
This was the absolute worse.
“Sweetie, seriously sorry about earlier, but you’re safe with me”
What options did he have? Struggling, he crawled out of the space and was greeted with the same cramping tight feeling of when he had just stepped onto the ladder, only this time, that felt considerably more pleasant than when the lady had her hand on his back.
Shallows of the Deep 