Like a pebble of gravel, the creek throws Zoe around, while sweeping her downstream. Zoe is literally up a creek without a paddle...or even a raft.
At her size, the creek is more like a strait. She's still a thousandth her normal size. And she hasn't gotten much bigger since Tilke kidnapped her in New York. She dreads she never will...and at the same time, she's learning to sexually indulge in it, as well...
Years ago, if someone told her she'd be marooned in the middle of the Dixie wild at the size of a bug, she would've thought they were high or drunk, or both. She guesses this just goes to show how out-of-place in New York society she really was...as much as she adapted to much of the best urban life in the North American States.
The current torments Zoe. It takes her down, where she bumps off of rocks before getting thrown into the air, where she splashes back down, and repeats the process. It doesn't feel like the creek ends. Her size sure won't help with that illusion...
Zoe's glad no one can see her. To herself, she looks awful; to most men, she'd be a sex fantasy come true.
Once again, the water pulls her beneath. She bounces off the bottom. And she's thrown higher than she's been. And hence, the creek has never been farther down...except for that one time, she tried to get off that cottonmouth on the fallen tree...
A dragonfly flies by, and catches her in mid-punt. Don't worry; he catches her in his forelegs, not his mouth.
Alas, the first things Zoe sees are two big red globes, the size of moons. They seem to sense her. And beneath, there are mandibles. They secrete a strange liquid...and do not sound friendly.
Zoe takes a deep breath, and screams. At her hips, the carnivorous monster seems to hold her tighter; not that her waist wasn't already too tight.
But luckily for Zoe, her captor flies into a spider web, and gets stuck. She doesn't. She falls right back into the creek, about a click upstream from where she was when the dragonfly caught her.
On the upside, she's not dead. On the downside, she's still literally up a creek without a paddle...or a boat. And she's more than sick and tired of having to hold her breath so often. She sure wishes this creek knew the same refinement she's learned in New York...as somewhat sexually attracted to it as she is, because it doesn't...
