Larva

The first thing that hit her was the smell. It was overwhelming, like rotting meat and some other putrid smell that she couldn't describe. There was a sound droning on, like the sound you would hear if you got too close to a beehive.

"We're heeeerrrree!" he said, with such a vile tone in his voice as he threw her in a chair in the center of the room and tied her down. He took off the sack that was on her head and then, she saw them.

Flies. They were flies.

The air was so thick with them that it looked black. She couldn't feel the floor, just the piles of rotting fly meat squishing under her feet. The man spoke."My babies ran out of meat, so I found you. you should be enough...supply for a little while."

He started to walk back up the staircase, "They should be hatching now so, try not to make too much noise." Suddenly she felt like she was being ripped apart from the inside. Her screams being muffled by the hundreds of flies finding the way into her throat until all you could hear was the droning on of the swarm.