Eventually, numbness and boredom eased my terror, pushing it to the back of my mind. How long I hung, suspended like a worm on a fisherman’s hook, I know not for I spent much of the time fading into an uncomfortable unconsciousness. And then, the terror returned in abundance as I felt a presence within the dark, my eyes having grown accustomed enough to see the displacement of blank emptiness by something much darker and much more sinister. A sheen, if you will, of something shiny that seemed to devour the eternal night to which I’d been exiled to.
“Pretty little butterfly. Do you miss the sun?” she whispered, for to my ears, the voice sounded female.
“Oui,” I breathed, trepidation making the word shiver as the hair on the nape of my neck rose and panic made me struggle, helplessly, against my bonds, the rope chafing and burning the tender flesh on my now bloody wrists.
“A gift, then.”
Her voice came closer, revealing a barely perceived shape; humanoid to a degree, though strangely designed. I gasped, my breath filling my lungs, as I felt needle-like pricks dancing their way from the curve of one hip, past my ribs, and over my breast, finally coming to rest squarely upon my stiffening nipple. One again, my traitorous body betrayed me, causing me to whimper, not with fear nor pain as I felt it pierce my engorged teat, but with heated desire, much to the creature’s apparent amusement.
“A gift for me as well, little butterfly.”
“Non,” managed, my eyes rolling slightly back in my head as a pair of black orbs ringed by gold, filled my vision, and then another, and another, until I found myself staring into a sextet of unblinking eyes regarding me with keen interest. Dread ate at my soul as I was transfixed, fighting an inner battle to find my voice once more.
“What are you?” I finally cried out, moments before the visage before me loomed closer. I felt a pair of pricks in my shoulder, screaming with agony as pain beyond anything I could have imagined began flowing through my bloodstream, making me convulse and then, finally, robbing me of movement altogether. Abject horror threatened to overwhelm me as I found myself paralyzed and helpless, all to aware of how another set of needlelike fingers began to explore my flesh almost clinically.
“Sleep, little morsel,” the creature whispered seductively, a hint of what I imagined to be amusement laced through its word. Helplessly, I felt my eyelids grow heavy as the burning pain began to quickly recede, robbing me of all feelings and, eventually, cognizance as well, lulling me into a dreamlike state, or perhaps it was something more, something outside of my understanding…
The agony of her venom, for I am sure that is what she had filled my veins with, metamorphed into a not unpleasant miasma not unlike the afterglow of love making. I felt breeze upon my skin as well as the sound of fluttering. Peeling my eyelids back, I was shocked to find myself surrounded by a cloud of butterflies, the sky above me lightening slowly as if a new day was dawning.
“What is-“ I managed before a new agony silenced me; daggers piercing the skin between my shoulder blades. I screamed, or I believe I did, although the mob of insects that surrounded me seemed oblivious. And then, more pain erupted within me, as if I was being torn apart from within. Thankfully, it became too much to bear and, once again, I was robbed of consciousness yet again, and then, like before, pulled back into a dreamlike world, in which either I had shrunk or the brightly colored lepidoptera had grown to gigantic proportion.
“A hallucination,” I surmised, feeling the heat of the sun warm me as I, in what seemed like a perfectly natural gesture, unfurled my brightly colored wings and tested them out carefully. I had been transformed, at least in my dream. Gazing around, I found my reflection mirrored in thousands upon thousands of eyes, little rainbows washing over them every time they turned their attention elsewhere.
“Beautiful,” I whispered, awe filling my soul. To be rescued from such darkness and pain only to find myself here – it occurred to me suddenly that the poison which had been injected into my bloodstream had, quite obviously caused my surmise and that I was now either in heaven or on some pathway leading there.
“Death is not so frightening,” I murmured, testing my wings out, laughing with quiet joy as I felt myself lift skyward, freeing myself from the earth and gravity with an ease that I’d often envied in creatures such as I had become.
As I flew higher, I studied the earth below, somewhat surprised to recognize our beach and signs of our, until recent, habitation of it. Curious, I landed upon a berry branch near the shelter that Emma and I had shared. Had I eyebrows to knit, my brow would have furrowed as I considered my options. Exploration from a vantage point afforded by flight would be helpful in at least alleviating my curiosity. Also, it might answer so many unanswered questions, such as the fate of the rest of my party or the rest of the expedition, for that matter. Suddenly filled with an urgency, I rose, once more, into the air, following, at first, pathways I was familiar with.