GET IT OFF, GET IT OFF, GETITOFFGETITOFF!!!!
Susan was screaming, twitching, kicking, shuddering and running, revolted at the pinching, barbed touch of the hundreds of tiny metal legs as the creature crawled up the small of her back and across her stomach, its slithering silver hide crackling as it slid across her body. The base around her was collapsing around her in a searing blaze of molten metal and screaming girders, the roaring explosions tenderly laced with a telltale deathly hiss as the precious air around her boiled off into the vacuum of space. She fell upon the release switch of the escape hatch with such force, for a moment she thought she'd driven her arm straight into the steel wall. There was a savage sigh as the capsule door tore itself open, and she fell inside, frantically trying to rip off the creature that had now crawled across her stomach, burrowing beneath her clothing and scuttling up between her breasts.
She didn't feel the pain as she landed on her back, didn't feel the wind get knocked out of her lungs, didn't hear her own screams dissolve into invisible, silent gasps because her own mind was deafened by her own mental cries driven by an impossible revulsion, crying to get this thing off, get this horrible, wretched thing off, get it off, GET IT OFF, GET IT OFF, GETITOFFGETITOFF!!!!
The creature used four segmented limbs to lift its slathering mouth up out of her shirt, placing each of its delicate, silver insectoid hind legs upon her chin in order to levering itself upward, while its cold, heavy tail twitched between the bare skin of her breasts. Susan grasped its head between her shuddering fists, her sweaty flesh slipping across the alien surface that gleamed with an oily sheen, her nails bending and snapping against its impenetrable carapace; the creatures multi faceted eyes reflected nothing but her terror, her own gaping eyes and bared teeth. She was only dimly aware that the door had cycled shut or the muffled jolt as the capsule ejected off the surface and into the calming depths of space.
It was just her now: just her and this hideous creature.
The bug placed four slim feelers at the corners of her mouth and slowly pulled back the soft, giving flesh of her lips.
Barabara. She cried out for Barbara, even though she knew the schoolteacher was back on the base, the base she'd left behind, the base that was busy vomiting its contents of fuel, fire, water, air and people into the back void of space.
The Doctor, they'd come so close. Everything had been going so well. They'd had plan, an actual Plan for once, and they were so close, everything was so close…
The creature's mouth opened further, revealing two mandibles that clicked and snapped, before setting their tips into the tiny gap between her teeth. Susan bit down another scream, fighting against the urge, desperate to keep her mouth shut, to try to keep her teeth together as the creature's impossible strength prised open her jaw.
From within the mouth of the giant silverfish, two wet, maggoty tendrils appeared, layered with dripping mucus, slowly scraping across her teeth and along her gagging tongue. Susan screwed her eyes up, and screamed for all she was worth, and in a last desperate urge to fight back, tried to slam her teeth shut, trying to cut off the horrible tendrils, but the pincers anticipated this, holding her jaw firm, as it forced itself into her choking mouth and down into her throat.
Susan tried to scream, tried to be ill, tried to cough, tried to breath, tried to kick, tried to punch, but the sharp pain that stabbed up into the back of her mouth and into her head filled her mind with white, and her body became suddenly still.
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