I felt my panic rising. Fear began to take hold of my mind and I started to shake, my heart beat too fast that it was a painful ache in my chest. My breaths came in short gasps and I struggled not to panic completely as the mandible closed on my arm and a faint very unmanly scream echoed out of my throat. I shivered uncontrollably covered in sweat. It was all too much for me as I was drawn further away from them I started screaming, "I'M NOT A WITCH! I'M NOT! I'M MALE! I DON'T WANT TO DIE.. I Don't want to die." My voice failed me and I stopped speaking wrapping my arms around me I stared with wide startled eyes at the insects coming towards me. I could feel the lust spell licking at my senses, but my predominant fear of bugs took all of this away.<br/><br/>I didn't know what else to do, but when the ants began to be sucked into the jello I got up and all but ran out of the bowl of jello hitting the back wall and slamming my back against it. Call me a coward to your hearts content I hate bugs with a paranoid fear that no one ever really understood. I was shaking so bad my legs where barely keeping me up on my feet and for a moment I feared I'd be sick from fear. I closed my eyes as much to keep from being sick as to keep from screaming incoherently in blind terror.<br/><br/>When I opened my eyes again the jello bowl was gone and in it's place a large black obsidian bed covered in thick furs. I let out a breath I hadn't even known I was holding and ran my hand through my hair. "I really hope that's the last test they have in store." I said weakly still shaking from the fear and adrenaline. "I really. REALLY. Hate bugs." I added as if that wasn't evident. I sank onto the bed in sheer relief and looked over at you, "So how did you get rid of them?"