No! Get away from me! Oh God, get away!" Victoria Rightfourth cried distressingly. She flailed about to free herself from the grasp of a monstrous looking creature, its coal black eyes bore deep into hers, and the texture of its skin reminded Victoria of a reptile, whether it be a snake, or crocodile, with the same sharp, protruding teeth, the same rought textured skin... There was no denial in that, she could not recall a time in which she had been, even vaguely close to this intensity of fear.
Averting her eyes from the hideous creature, all its reaction was a strange, guttural like laugh. It was almost human, yet, so far beyond what she considered of this world.
The audacity Victoria planted into this situation drained her, and, at any moment she was entirely set to collapse. How, at one moment, was she lying comfortably in the walls of her home, and at another, being held hostage by this, thing.
She didn't want to recall the series of events that had occurred up until now. Luckily enough, these creatures hadn't utilized torture as a method of cooperation, and, Victoria figured, somewhere within there colony, there must be females that were displayed the utmost of respect and chivalry.
"What do you want? I haven't done a thing to your people," Victoria cried, lowering her head, losing the gaze of the monster. It was such an awful thing, with a stare as cold as ice, however, now that she had really thought upon it, the creatures looked more insect than reptile, almost like a locust…