I was followed home by a spider. Over tea, the spider told me that she was scouting. What she was scouting for was a secret. For the spider's many eyes only. She told me of webs spun and creatures trapped. She talked of patience and prey. She talked of unpleasant deaths- unpleasant for the now deceased. However the most interesting experience the spider shared with me was this little game she had come up with- Playing With The Prey. "Oh, it's just a little something to amuse poor little lonely me," she said offhandedly and followed her apparently flighty statement with a stare so piercing and knowing that I couldn't look away. She took a sip from the tea cup.
I sat on the edge of the spider's playground. I watched as the spider frolicked around the perimeter of the place. I watched and so did the prey. It lay there, in the center of the webbed playground. Wrapped in layers and layers of webbing, its eyes were the only part of its body that were visible. If eyes could talk, its eyes must have been screaming. I could almost here those screams. It was fascinating to watch its eyes follow her every move. Slightly out of breath from all the skipping and frolicking, the spider sat down besides me, while the trapped prey continued staring at her. "Ah! Look at him!" she said pointing with her many legs towards the prey, "Such an attentive audience! He knows how to make a woman feel wanted. He hasn't taken his eyes off me. Not even once!" She looked at the prey with tender love. "Oh! I do think I love that poor bastard!" She declared to the night. Without glancing at me, she got up and set off towards the prey. When she was a foot away from the prey, she kneeled down and kissed his forehead. Five seconds later, she had her fangs entrenched deep within his throat. I watched as the prey went from being in death throes to being dead. I was so entrapped by the spectacle before my eyes that I lost track of time completely. Done with the prey, the spider leaped to her feet and started prancing towards me. The sight of her, brought me out of my reverie. "Would you like to play?" She asked nonchalantly as she passed me on her way to the exit. I followed her out.
I woke up to find myself wrapped in layers of impending death. My eyes were the only part of my body that had been left uncovered. "How did it ever come to this?" I asked myself. I could see her flouncing about the playgound. Her spirits were up amongst the birds. I closed my eyes, unable to witness the horrifying spectacle. I knew what I had to do. I had known it. Deep down, I had always known. I sighed mentally. "She and I... if only... No! There is no time for that! It's never going to happen! Do what you have to do!" I ordered myself. "You are not a very good spectator, you know." She said from the edge of the ground, her echoing complaint reached me and faded away to oblivion. "Look at me! Please, please, please, pretty please," she implored of me ever so sweetly. "Oh man. This is so fucked up." I thought to myself. I opened my eyes. As she saw me open my eyes, she started scurrying towards me. I bit down hard and in the process, broke a tooth. She kneeled next to me, her many eyes staring at me with complete love. She kissed my forehead. She looked into my eyes just as she was about to say hello to my jugular and smiled that smile that only lovers know. My eyes smiled back at her and so did the poison that now traveled within me, sailing in the broken tooth. My last thought before the poison took over me completely was that she will be joining me as soon as she tastes my blood.
I went into the darkness satisfied.
I sat on the edge of the spider's playground. I watched as the spider frolicked around the perimeter of the place. I watched and so did the prey. It lay there, in the center of the webbed playground. Wrapped in layers and layers of webbing, its eyes were the only part of its body that were visible. If eyes could talk, its eyes must have been screaming. I could almost here those screams. It was fascinating to watch its eyes follow her every move. Slightly out of breath from all the skipping and frolicking, the spider sat down besides me, while the trapped prey continued staring at her. "Ah! Look at him!" she said pointing with her many legs towards the prey, "Such an attentive audience! He knows how to make a woman feel wanted. He hasn't taken his eyes off me. Not even once!" She looked at the prey with tender love. "Oh! I do think I love that poor bastard!" She declared to the night. Without glancing at me, she got up and set off towards the prey. When she was a foot away from the prey, she kneeled down and kissed his forehead. Five seconds later, she had her fangs entrenched deep within his throat. I watched as the prey went from being in death throes to being dead. I was so entrapped by the spectacle before my eyes that I lost track of time completely. Done with the prey, the spider leaped to her feet and started prancing towards me. The sight of her, brought me out of my reverie. "Would you like to play?" She asked nonchalantly as she passed me on her way to the exit. I followed her out.
I woke up to find myself wrapped in layers of impending death. My eyes were the only part of my body that had been left uncovered. "How did it ever come to this?" I asked myself. I could see her flouncing about the playgound. Her spirits were up amongst the birds. I closed my eyes, unable to witness the horrifying spectacle. I knew what I had to do. I had known it. Deep down, I had always known. I sighed mentally. "She and I... if only... No! There is no time for that! It's never going to happen! Do what you have to do!" I ordered myself. "You are not a very good spectator, you know." She said from the edge of the ground, her echoing complaint reached me and faded away to oblivion. "Look at me! Please, please, please, pretty please," she implored of me ever so sweetly. "Oh man. This is so fucked up." I thought to myself. I opened my eyes. As she saw me open my eyes, she started scurrying towards me. I bit down hard and in the process, broke a tooth. She kneeled next to me, her many eyes staring at me with complete love. She kissed my forehead. She looked into my eyes just as she was about to say hello to my jugular and smiled that smile that only lovers know. My eyes smiled back at her and so did the poison that now traveled within me, sailing in the broken tooth. My last thought before the poison took over me completely was that she will be joining me as soon as she tastes my blood.
I went into the darkness satisfied.
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