I pondered what I should do now.
One could consider my position terrible.
A breeding stock for those strange creatures.
But I have some space for myself and my wellbeing is important to them.
As long I live, there is someone to produce... eggs.
This is madness!
Yet when there are eggs, this is what they want and so I shall live.
Do I want to live like that?
Making members of an insect species?
I don't see a way to keep on, if not complying or death.
I seem to be cared for here and this could be considered positive.
This is disturbing, yet they justified even their killing.
As Kyska doesn't even seem to know what humans are and they eat mainly this mushroom as they said, they don't seem hostile.
At least not much.
So they can't really be considered evil.
Also, I never heard of them before.
There were no incidents, so no reasons to despise them.
If not for the fact that I've got abducted and "this" happened.
But the alternative was being a slave and death.
This is not that much to hold against them.
Yet, I might at least ask for compensation.
If not for me as they seemingly are already set to give me everything I need, then for my family.
So I wake up.
I try actively to use words.
"Ieek; Iee; Ie! Hieew; hiev; heve; haeve! Ee; ea; a! ReeEEEk; reeeEkw; reequeesst!" (E)
This was terribly straining and difficult.
However, it came through as words.
These screeches are something that is driving me away from being human.
If there is even a chance to still be considered as one, then this is what I want.
This is distressing.
So I need to furthermore use those distressing screeches.
"But I've understood. However, you don't need to request things. Just order." (K)
"Iee; Iet; It's; juiieEz; just..." (E)
Sadly she is right.
Talking is incredibly hard.
As if I would blindly balance on a rope.
That it would ever feel this foreign to me.
It’s not like she has no point.
I constantly fainted and they are rather protective as it seems.
That’s no combination which grants me much freedom.
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(E)
(K)
They are completely oblivious about that!
At this moment I become aware that none of the creatures I've seen until now was wearing clothes or had any kind of tool besides those attached to their bodies.
My own clothes have gotten rather ragged and barely serve their purpose.
The closest in that regard are these vessels made of earth.
They don't know what gear is.
Should I really introduce them to this concept and maybe make them more dangerous?
What if they use that against people?
Or even start an invasion?
This is convincing.
They don't need to fight the humans, as they have nothing they want.
I don't think that this creature would plot against me, so talking shouldn't hurt.
(K)
This isn't the slightest bit assuring, considering it is the transformation of my body we are talking here about.
However, as I've understood it, the food has nothing to do with what happens.
My body transforms on its own.
The food simply keeps me going and so the change continues.
There are now again those mushrooms.
It might be a little bit monotonous, yet like bread, it works as a basic source of sustenance.
So I eat.
The portion is a little bigger than last time and I'm also provided this "nectar".
Kyska apparently wants me full this time.
I fear a little her intention behind this, as it surely has something to do with my body.
On the other side, it's food.
Nothing I should stop to take in.
Also, it might be stupid to ignore those who want to keep me alive.
So I am eating what is provided.
While I am eating it comes to my mind that I've forgotten to ask for something different.
It is sometimes slightly exhausting to always get referred like this.
This is true in the way, that it was constantly warm down here.
However, clothes are not just about this.
Success!
I knew this approach would work.
No matter how ridiculous, when it helps me Kyska will do what she can.
I am at a point where I believe her when she tells me she cares for me.
I finish my meal.
Yet soon after that, I again start to feel weird.
My head spins, my stomach pains much more, my back strains as if it is going to rip apart.
I feel a terrible itch short above my butt and my wrists start to burn and hurt when touched.
"Screaaahhk!" (E)
I shout and become again aware of what kind of sound I make here.
Like an injured insect.
That's exactly what I am.
Kyska insists and I also think that this tub makes me at least sleepy.
So I should go.
The substance in the tub makes the pain get better and I don't want to leave.
In this agony, I can't sleep well, yet as I grow exhausted, it comes closer and closer.
Finally, my consciousness fades away.