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Damian didn't know what to think when she took off her white coat. Things were getting more uncomfortable. He thought she was…intimidating, even while laying down. He wasn't looking forward to massaging her creepy legs again…he hoped this wasn't going to be an everyday task.

"Yes, ma'am--Mistress…you're fair…", probably more than he thought he deserved. "I really appreciate it…"

That's two…'people' who consider him more useful alive. Maybe he should feel happy about that…but he just couldn't manage it. Being useful wasn't that great. It was hard, and scary. Any moment, his mistakes can outweigh his usefulness. It was like walking a thin line, day and night.

He didn't really know how to go about massaging her back. It's not like he's done it before, and he hasn't seen many examples besides on TV. Plus, he was at an awkward angle, at least he thought. He couldn't just rub her back like you would a toddler trying to sleep. 'Ugh…', he groaned internally. Damian really didn't want to touch her. Still, he went at it, rubbing his hands near her spine but not directly on it. He was just trying to mimic what he saw on TV, trying to make it feel alright.

The boy jumped a bit at her sudden laughter. Realizing that he wasn't doing a well enough job, he applied more pressure.

"Oh…I'm sorry...", he started. He was taken a bit off guard when she brought up his break in from the other day. Sure, it wasn't that long ago, but the sudden subject change surprised him a bit. "Uh…I came here to get some food…". The demon wanted him to take much more than that, but Damian only wanted what he needed.

"She'll be vulnerable like this for a few more hours…don't waste your time…", the shadow appeared like a mist, becoming more solid, it's voice a hoarse whisper.

It wasn't hard to imagine what others would do to him if he was caught, "Uh…kill me, I imagine…or call the police…". It wasn't like he wanted to resort to stealing, but it was the only way to save his pathetic a**. Damian felt awful about it, not so much about stealing from her though. She was a real monster, in every sense of the word.

As for what his plan was for if he was successful, he didn't think that through. "If I managed to get something…I would have had to figure out a place to sleep…", he thought he must sound pretty pitiful, if she were capable of feeling pity. When he ran away, he didn't take anything with him. He had thought of going back to get some things, but he figured people would be looking for him. He couldn't face anyone he knew, and he didn't want to risk getting arrested. Imprisoned with the demon would be even more hellish than being a spiders slave.

He pulled back, eyes widening at the thought of getting involved in magic. Damian didn't feel qualified to mess around with potions….or implosions. He spoke, his voice higher pitched and meek,"A fly..?".

So, she was trusting him to make her something to consume…again. Even she didn't think he had the guts to poison her. He wondered if poison would even have any effect on her, with spiders being venomous.

As if things couldn't get any worse, now Damian was facing the threat of turning into a bug. Not just any bug either; a fly, the pigeon of the bug world. Disgusting. He could just about cry right now. Maybe when he goes into the kitchen. At least then he'll be able to cry with some dignity, in front of a demon mocking him the whole time.

"I think I'd rather stay a human…", he managed to say. "I'll…I'll go make that for you now, Mistress…"

Though he was scared, he was fairly confident in himself to do this right. After all, it would be like…making a cake. At least the concept is the same. Baking and potion making…there's a science to it. Okay, that didn't sound right. Cakes and potions….it's magic. No, ugh…

He found his way into the kitchen once more, opening the drawer nearest to the fridge. The recipe itself was strange, but straightforward, like one would expect any recipe to be. He noticed the warning about inhaling the mixture. Not knowing where to find a mask, he promptly tied the sleeves of his hoodie around his breathing holes after taking it off. He began preparing the potion, in hopes that nothing would go awry.

Daniel huffed and panted before slumping down against the door. He had fear for not only his own life this time, but Dajin's as well. It wasn't until the genie reminded Daniel of his wish. According to her, the wish was protection from anything he feared. The novice didn't remember that being the details. "I thought I asked to be protected from the monsters." In the end, it didn't really matter. The two were safe inside this house. But, whose house was it? Daniel stood up and peered around. It seemed to be quiet. Was the house empty? "Hello? Is anyone home?" The novice called out, completely unaware of his blundering mistake. No matter what, Daniel was still a simpleton.

Only Daniel's survival instincts were flogging him for making their presence known so easily. Who was this woman had now made herself known. She was large. She was daunting. She was...pretty? But most of all, her attitude really put Daniel off. Her demeanor wasn't unlike the witches back in the coven. Haughty and uncaring. Already, the novice hid behind Dajin like a child hiding behind their parent. "Please don't hurt us, lady." Daniel pleaded. "We came in here to get away from the madman outside." The madman being the claw slashing psychopath outside shredding through zombies and laughing about it. All the while, some strange effects seemed to be happening with the boy as he seemed to fade in and out existence, one moment he was opaque and the next, he was lucid. It must have been Dajin's magic. This spider woman could have been either friend or foe. Daniel's opinion of teetered on a razor.

Daniel would have ran away, his instincts told him to, but he was trapped. The spider woman had nabbed the two in a binding web. The novice struggled in vain to break free. The the sticky binding silk only made it harder to move as he moved and fidgeted. Daniel's mind was so preoccupied with liberating himself, he had forgotten about Dajin. Her words were the only comfort he could get from the ensnaring black widow before them. It was at least enough for the simpleton to do something rather genius. Instead of making a wish to be free, Daniel recognized the woman's behavior. It was greedy. Was this woman really that greedy? If so, maybe she could be bargained with, especially if she was at the point of simply letting in a mad killer. Daniel thought hard of something that was valuable. Anything. His mind became flooded ideas. The boy leaned close to the genie's ear, whispering "I wish we had a piece of gold." The wizard hoped the genie would come through like she had all the other times. The only problem would be if the black widow was willing to spare them.