She is on the floor convulsing. For the first time I am able to perceive that which vexes her.
It is barely visible, a yellowish vapor with a distinct shape. It reaches into her through her vagina with two arm like tentacles.
They look like the spine of some bony fish made outrageously long. Its head is featureless and elliptical, protruding from the end of a gangly limb like torso nearly undistinguishable from the other two appendages. It moves with determination and presence, clearly a calculating life form. I sense that it derives some satisfaction from its probing and the screams it elicits.
As her writhing and her cries cease I look away not wanting to comprehend the significance of such sudden silence.