Eat and drink

You're so hungry and thirsty any thought of self-preservation is won over by your desire to fill your growling belly. You practically push over the little green wug on your way to the feast laid out on the bolder.

You sit down in the soft grass and pick up one of the slices of red fruit with a purple-black outer skin. You've never tasted it before, but it meets your tongue in a burst of sourness that becomes sweet as you chew the meat of the fruit. The wug waddles around to the opposite side of the boulder. It watches you eat, cocking its head to the side as you devour each sugary slice of fruit and each tangy berry.

"MMMmmmmpphhso-good," you say, juices spilling from your lips in a display of gluttony.

You pick up the wooden cup heavy with the creamy liquid and give it a sniff. It smells just like milk. You taste it with the tip of your tongue and realize it is milk, only somehow better. It's rich and creamy and sweet and it has been chilled somehow by the wugs. You gulp down the entire portion and as you set the wooden cup back on the boulder the wug refills it from a water skin glistening with condensation.

"Thanksh!" you remark, already cramming a handful of the delicious berries into your mouth.

You start to feel fuller and fuller and as you do your body begins to feel warm and pleasant. You realize that you are ****, but you can't remember why you should care. You wave hello to the wug which is still watching you intently. Finally you sag against the boulder, unable to sit upright. You reach for the cup of milk and tip it over with your clumsy grasp, spilling the cold creamy liquid down your shirt. You mumble an apology to the wug and then slip into a semi-conscious sleep.

You are dimly aware of the wugs coming out of the jungle to stand in a circle around you. Their hands are gentle, their fingers agile and they're touching you all over, pulling at your clothing and searching through your belongings. You hear them talking in their language. A lot like croaking frogs. They've found something of interest.

Darkness.

You're naked. Wet, slippery hands are touching you, caressing you. They squeeze your breasts and tug at your nipples. They squirm between your thighs. Something presses against your lips. You open your mouth, feel something cool and musky and wet sliding across your tongue. It tastes strange.

Darkness.

You're moving. Naked, but wrapped in something like a blanket. It's very hot. You have a strange, salty taste in your mouth. It tastes almost like...

Darkness.

You can see light. Strange, mud buildings glimpsed through a small gap in whatever is covering your face. Then a big, dark structure made of mud, decorated with grotesque wugs doing things you can hardly stand to look at. You're so tired.

Darkness.

You're being pulled inside a building. But what is it?