The Mechanism

But his horror—1 that made his teeth chatter e’en mo’ harshly than usual—began when he felt the sharp worm begin piercing into his back, wiggling & digging itchily.

Then mo’ came, & spread ‘long his back. No matter how much he tried to squeeze ‘way, the unfamiliar mechanism—the 1 that snatched him in 1 second when he wasn’t looking—held him back.

Then he felt alien noises right up to his ear, soft like tides but deep like caves.

Then, for 1 second, the mechanism let him go, & he bolted ‘way & ne’er came back.

Prompt:

Chipmunk, Index, Massage