The Infernal Hunger Chapter 5 - Eye Openings
By itchingmyknee
She stared as though hypnotised, and when the eye withdrew she willed it to return, her heart beating like trapped bird inside her ribs. She heard the sound of scraping and felt a vibration through the wall. It was digging out the window. She thought to scream, leave the room, but she remained still and silent. Specks of sand were falling from the casement and she backed away, watching the hole at it’s centre grow steadily bigger. When the flurry of motion ceased and she saw the creature to whom the eye belonged, she regretted her silence. A scream strangled in her throat, the mutant creature dove threw the window and gathered her up in it’s webbed hands.
When she was unceremoniously dumped on the ground far from the baby farm, she remembered little of her journey to the home of the froglodytes. She was paralysed with fear, and her maternal instinct returned with a vengeance as her mind searched for ways to protect her unborn child from the unknown savage who carried her. When she found herself surrounded by a horde of the creatures, she felt that she was truly lost. A few of the females (their genitals were plainly visible) stepped forward and began to gingerly poke her with long-clawed fingers. Sylvia was curled up in a protective ball and when the probing fingers reached her swollen abdomen, they uttered a series of clicks and squawks. It was unlike any language Sylvia had ever imagined, and she cowered. The whole group became agitated and a male, whom she presumed was the leader, began to gesticulate wildly. He was pointing to her belly and stamping on the ground. She soon understood he was trying to find out how far gone she was. “Soon.” She said. He was confused. She slapped her hand once on the ground, and he cocked his head in understanding.
It quickly became clear that she was too be allowed to keep her child. The strangers unbound her breasts and offered her bowls of green sludge that she found surprisingly palatable. Following their lead, she ate the bowl too after she finished. It tasted salty. It was shocking to see the menfolk here working alongside the women. The Fertilizers at the compound were sad mewling creatures. They were kept in a single dimly-lit room and fed the offal spurned by the women. There was no similarity between their pale, wasted bodies with unnaturally engorged penises, and the taut, muscled brawn of this alien race.
The Froglodytes would mate often, usually away from the rest of the clan. While Fertilizers are quickly selected, hosed down, and ejaculated within a matter of seconds, these creatures really made a meal of the affair. Sometimes literally: scratching shred of waste skin from their partners backs and chewing on them voraciously. It was only later that Sylvia realised these same shreds of skin, dried and pressed, made the bowls she so enjoyed after meals.
Check out the previous chapters:
The Infernal Hunger Chapter 4 - The Solution.
The Infernal Hunger Chapter 3 - The Froglodytes
The Infernal Hunger Chapter 2 - Sylvia
The Infernal Hunger
horror
short story
futuristic
She stared as though hypnotised, and when the eye withdrew she willed it to return, her heart beating like trapped bird inside her ribs. She heard the sound of scraping and felt a vibration through the wall. It was digging out the window. She thought to scream, leave the room, but she remained still and silent. Specks of sand were falling from the casement and she backed away, watching the hole at it’s centre grow steadily bigger. When the flurry of motion ceased and she saw the creature to whom the eye belonged, she regretted her silence. A scream strangled in her throat, the mutant creature dove threw the window and gathered her up in it’s webbed hands.
When she was unceremoniously dumped on the ground far from the baby farm, she remembered little of her journey to the home of the froglodytes. She was paralysed with fear, and her maternal instinct returned with a vengeance as her mind searched for ways to protect her unborn child from the unknown savage who carried her. When she found herself surrounded by a horde of the creatures, she felt that she was truly lost. A few of the females (their genitals were plainly visible) stepped forward and began to gingerly poke her with long-clawed fingers. Sylvia was curled up in a protective ball and when the probing fingers reached her swollen abdomen, they uttered a series of clicks and squawks. It was unlike any language Sylvia had ever imagined, and she cowered. The whole group became agitated and a male, whom she presumed was the leader, began to gesticulate wildly. He was pointing to her belly and stamping on the ground. She soon understood he was trying to find out how far gone she was. “Soon.” She said. He was confused. She slapped her hand once on the ground, and he cocked his head in understanding.
It quickly became clear that she was too be allowed to keep her child. The strangers unbound her breasts and offered her bowls of green sludge that she found surprisingly palatable. Following their lead, she ate the bowl too after she finished. It tasted salty. It was shocking to see the menfolk here working alongside the women. The Fertilizers at the compound were sad mewling creatures. They were kept in a single dimly-lit room and fed the offal spurned by the women. There was no similarity between their pale, wasted bodies with unnaturally engorged penises, and the taut, muscled brawn of this alien race.
The Froglodytes would mate often, usually away from the rest of the clan. While Fertilizers are quickly selected, hosed down, and ejaculated within a matter of seconds, these creatures really made a meal of the affair. Sometimes literally: scratching shred of waste skin from their partners backs and chewing on them voraciously. It was only later that Sylvia realised these same shreds of skin, dried and pressed, made the bowls she so enjoyed after meals.
Check out the previous chapters:
horror
short story
futuristic
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