Shadow Mountain [NaWoWriMo] house of cards

3. Your toon is/has been abducted by aliens.

She returned to one of her caches, where she'd stashed the volatile hallucinogen Abraxas had brought her. The visions it had given her were too irresistible to forget, and so. . . She pulled the bundle down and began to nose at it, taking in its sharp, pungent scent. Bitter. The taste even more so. She lapped it up and laid down, ready to speak with the daedra. Her eyes fluttered shut.

When she woke, Maegi was not in Blackfeather Woods. She wasn't in the flatlands at all. The air was crisp and. . .thin. Too thin. She found herself taking huge, almost gulping breaths as she rose to her feet, puzzled. Turned around and around, like a pup chasing its tail. Saw stone, dark stone, and a rise and then. . .sky. . .empty sky.

And the ground thousands of feet below.

Her cheek burned with pain all of a sudden, and in a panic, she realized exactly where she was. She tried to scream but could only make a muffled whimpering sound, as if someone had gagged her. She looked down and—oh. The collar. It was back, except tighter this time, and heavier. And her hobbled foreleg was snared in a vine's slender tendril.

Trapped, lost, and in a daze, Maegi continued to holler, turning aimlessly, for she could not go anywhere but in circles, now. Little scuttling creatures, like the crabs she'd seen at Undersea, click-clacked down the rocks, headed for her, their pincers snapping with each step. Except. . .oh, Peryite, they were massive, each as big as her, and with five eyeballs, all arranged in neat triangles atop their foreheads(?).

The one that reached her first began to touch her, and she cringed away from its eerie caress against her ribs. Get the fuck away from me! the Melonii spat, panting and spitting like a rabid dog.

Apparently, it did not like that, for it turned its eyes to its companions.

And then they set upon her, and all the writhing and screaming in the world could not protect her from their ministrations.

Note: There are no crabs. There is no collar. There is no vine. Maegi is up here turning in circles, yelling and crying to herself.