Something brushed against Sionn's leg, and something else against her abdomen. Then a voice inside the cage spoke up, in a horrible mockery of the common tongue, as if its mouth was running over with slime or venom. "Schweet girlhhh. Still or Schquirm, no matershhh. It schhhall gets it..."<br/><br/>It moved, and it was like several creatures at once, or a large one with many legs. "It paralyschhes for the eatinghh, not for the playhh...."<br/><br/>Some of the things that brushed up against Sionn, touched her skin. They were hairy in some areas and smooth and slick and hard like a shell in other places. "Shuuch schoooft skin...."