Chapter 2
Nude in Mirkwood
A blue sky stretched endlessly above a murky and quiet forest. The trees, with their old grey barks had their long branches curling up and up, blocking out any sun rays.
The skies opened and from that opening, a body fell out, screaming as it did.
Wind slapping on her face, Harlette banged against several branches as she was drawn down to the ground. She hit it with a thud, her face buried in the leaves. She coughed profusely. Her world was spinning and her eyes were shut. Branches, like claws had scratched her body, but nothing too serious-no broken bones or gaping wounds- considering the long miles of space that had stood between her and the earth. Her sore senses slowly became aware of the cool breeze whispering upon the leaves, which shivered, rustling like several tiny rivers. Some birds sang timidly. A black butterfly fluttered around her frame and landed on her head. Harlette suddenly jerked up in alarm, her eyes moving from side to side in their sockets.
She fondled to get up. Finally she did. Gazing down at what she was wearing she blushed and looked around, turned around, her hands protective over her body. She was in her underwear and seemed to have lost he bathrobe. What if some freak would walk by? This was the perfect spooky forest where she could easily picture some perv walking by, masturbating all the while.
She looked above her and to the right and to the left; everything was tainted black. Leaves and small twigs creaked beneath her step and she suddenly stumbled and shrieked when feeling something slimy move under the sole of her foot. Her eyes enlarged at the sight of a large black slug. Screaming, she darted through the blackness of the forest like a lost arrow.
Her hair was suddenly pulled by branches which, like long fingers, curled around her strands. Unhooking herself from their hold, she turned around, just to have a large brown moth, bigger than her head, collide with her chest, flapping its dusty wings on her terrified face. She fled from the beast and tripped and fell foreword, rolling downhill, over leaves and branches and through a giant spider web.
Coughing and moaning from pain, the girl stood back up and grimaced at sticky white threads glued to her whole body. Despite her trying to cool down, her heart still raced and seemed to only accelerate when she eyed the white fabric surronding her. Slowly, she turned around. Farther off, within the obscurity of this dense forest, huge spider webs, one over the other, crowded every space, every nook. Shivering and swallowing another scream, she sensibly deemed noise unsafe.
She yelped when hearing stealthy hissing sounds coming from one of these many webs.
A shadow. A shadow even too creepy for this forest-if that was possible- stood behind one of these fine white curtains.
Slender, long and sharp legs suddenly penetrated the soft webs, breaking through this white layer. Harlette's heart almost stopped when she saw the large, black, hairy body these legs dragged with them. Nimble on her feet, she ensconced herself behind a tree and watched the enormous spider come into view. A large abdomen it had, along with so many glistening eyes scanning their surroundings. And then, bellow these eyes, there were these huge jaws tipped with fangs, fangs dripping with transparent, poisonous and slimy liquid.