Just one bite

Nora took a bite from the fruit.

Juices dripped from her chin. It was strange, but nice! Sour, but not as sour as a lemon, with an added sweetness of a cantelope, and with a texture that's a cross of an apple and a lychee, all in a package the size of a small grapefruit. She took another bite. Yes, it was very interesting. In the pustules there were little black seeds that felt funny, like in a passion fruit. Her tongue felt a little numb but she couldn't help herself from taking yet another bite. It suddenly became hard to think. What was she supposed to be doing again? She took another bite. It tasted a little duller, but it still satisfied her. Her body became numb, but for some reason she didn't worry. Another bite. She wasn't-no, she couldn't think anymore. At all. She lowered herself to her knees, splaying them like a schoolgirl. Her eyes were unfocused and half closed, her mouth parted, half chewed fruit resting on her tongue. She drooled, letting juice and spit dribble on her breasts, staining her shirt. The fruit fell from her hand as it went limp.

As far as a medical professional would be concerned, she was brain dead.

Some time passed, and the Morlock guards found her sitting on the ground. They laughed in their strange gutteral language. They tied Nora by her legs and arms to a pole, and carried her to the rituals. Braziers burning strange green rocks lit the area, flickering strange otherworldly shadows on half gnawed bones laying strewn about in the dirt. Brock was there already, lying on a slab naked, but he wasn't moving. He had a large, strange pulsating leech over his head, covering his face, and a Morlock with heaving breasts was riding on top of him, with a mask over her face, chanting in an ancient language. She was bigger than the rest, and her hair was longer and whiter. Not that Nora registered any of this; she was layed down on another nearby slab, still quite utterly and completely mindless. She was stripped of all her clothes, and her body was anointed with oils and a soft white powder was rubbed on her skin.

The Morlock riding Brock finished, eyeing Nora with eagerness. She climbed off, her wretched, misshapen cunt dripping cum, and from a basket procured herself another giant leech. It wriggled in her arms, as if trying to jump and latch onto her head, but she held it firmly with her gnarled hands. She chanted, slowly nearing it to Nora's head. The Morlock let it go, and like a cat, it raced from her arms and swallowed Nora's head in one gulp. It felt funny, as if something was burrying itself intoAL' KTHRX CT'FLUX LILLIC'MNEX S KTANG T XKTX T SLIN'SSH T ALAG BABDUR T ANAMAGLON T UR T ALAG NIR'GL T KKURN T Y'G SOTHOF T AB VIW'WX T ZMBI T CIR T XT 'N T H' HUKIX-